"Sure, I might have been rude telling you off every time, but it was because of your constant disruption of my work that an assassin managed to sneak inside my lab and leave me a threatening note!"
"It was only rational of me to react like I did when you opened that door. I thought the assassin had come to make good on their threat. I even asked you for help while we talked on the amulet, for the gods' sake!" Kalla grunted.
"I'm the one who isn't making any sense?" Nyka was an undead vampire, yet her mother could perceive her blood boiling in anger. "Do you listen to yourself, Mom? According to you, I was here in this room with you-"
"Right on that chair!" Kalla pointed at a dusty sofa covered in spiderwebs. "I can swear it on my love for you."
"That was three months ago, Mom, but thanks for remembering that." The young vampire sighed. "Again, according to you, I was here and called you on your amulet-"
