"Well, it probably is." Naiobe gave him a wry smile, returning his rather joyless expression. She leaned forward, toward him. "My brother's ire is terrible, but my father's ire is worse. Crossing my brother is not something I do lightly, but it's difficult to stand by and watch the burden of suffering loved ones." She straightened, looked down at her hands. "I won't be rid of him until I'm married off across the lands to somewhere foreign. It seems a long way off, so I may as well help where I can."