She kept her back to him, even as she heard him enter the tent and begin to yell at her.  She waited for an opening and then she spun on him, unwilling to take his anger anymore.<br/><br/>"You're fucking lying, or just so blind you believed things that were wholly untrue. If the LeVane family came for you, then you were just the first, and certainly not the last."  Her sister Ebba had been the last, or at least, the last that Alesandra knew of.  Sebastian LeVane had forced her to watch, and she had tried to comfort each of her younger sisters as their lives were taken.  The images flashed through her mind, even though she had tried desperately to put them out of it. It was more fuel for the fire.  "He had the guards hold me in place as his mercenaries skilled each of them.  My sisters.  Do you remember little Ebba? Or do only you get to feel anger and sorrow for the ones who were taken from you?  Is only Maleki allowed that privilege?"<br/><br/>There were tears of frustration in her eyes, but she was not going to let up. "Your reputation is fine, you're just being dramatic about it.  Barnstorm would just as soon give you the world as another job because you saved me. You didn't have to and you were angry, but you did it.  You'll find jobs, you might even find more now. You just want to feel sorry for yourself.  Poor Maleki, things aren't perfect and it's by no fault of his own!" She growled.<br/><br/>"I said was leaving! You can go on about your life and not have to worry about the meddlesome princess.  You followed me here, you could have remained in your own gods forsaken tent, packed your things and left for the next town." That reminded her of something, Aleksandra turned and rifled through her bag, pulling out the shirt he had been wearing the night he got shot.  She whirled back around and threw it square at his chest. She had mended the holes and even used some potions to get out the blood stains.  It was not good as new, but it was quite near it and in good, usable condition. The work had taken her a few hours, but she had wanted to do something nice for him, which she now deeply regretted.<br/><br/>"There.  Go back to the town, put on your fine shirt, regale that girl with stories of battle and survival. That's the thing though, isn't?  You have had opportunities to leave, Maleki and you haven't.  So don't throw accusations that my family allowed women to be victimized, ruined the realm, or whatever other blame you wish to put upon my shoulders, just...."  She got closer now, barely more than a foot from him.  "Let me go, leave yourself, I don't fucking care anymore.  Go back to your life, go back to blaming everyone else for whatever sorrows are visited upon you."