Just as the door started to close, Sonja remembered that she still held the tea container in hand. It was already empty, unfortunate in Sonja's mind, but she still hurdled it toward the closing door, where it hit the wood with a loud clatter.<br/><br/>His words only brought to mind of certain duties that a wife would be expected to perform, though it would be a cold day in hell before Borghast could expect those amenities. Pacing, once more, her stride irritated. Her bare feet did not make as satisfying of a sound if she had her boots, but the motion of the exercise helped calm her.