"No!" Her eyes narrowed on him dangerously. "You called me Dumbhall." SHe growled. "I heard it!"
Varessia gasped and mved over to drag her daughter off the healer's son.
"Brynhalla! Really now, he said nothing of the sort! Now, apologize t him this instance! And for knocking over this supplies, you will help take them back to his family's tent. Now go on. Apologize."
"But moooooooom..."
"NOW, Brynhalla."
Sulkingly, she bowed her head to Thoronir.
"I'm sorry I accused you of calling me names," she said through her teeth, and moved to help him clean up his stuff, but not without making a mean glare his way.