[The cold pillar against her cheek is just jarring enough to her senses. It does not sober her, but gives her a small sense of clarity. She swallows hard, not allowing her body to give up so easily. She should not have drank as much. Still in control of her mindset, she's drunk enough that it's a little harder to control her movements. She was hoping the night wouldn't end up in this spot, but after entirely avoiding the conversation at hand, is it truly a surprise?

It is not that she thinks he does not care, but she doesn't understand why he does if he seems content with the outcome. What has been the point of it all? It's hard to think much beyond herself in this moment, but then the day's events have entirely shaped her future now unless she acts.

So Rhaenyra picks her head up when he speaks, still just as frustrated with the situation more so than at him directly. It is just very easy to point her ire at him since he's started this to begin with.] I do not know. I will find my way, because I must, but it seems like every answer I give you has only led to this exact moment. And you will leave, because you must. And I will contend with this life, because I must.

[The fire is not wholly out of her, but she sighs nonetheless, picking her head up and attempting to walk toward him. It is once again not entirely straight, but she can veer herself with hardened determination.] I wanted you, you know.