[The one eye Hayame has remaining locks on to Claude in an instant, though she had been speaking more to the teacup than to the man. Though she was exhausted, she cannot allow such a comment to pass unchallenged, and it she gathers the anger and bitterness she has to drip upon her words when she replies.]

You do not know nearly enough about me to say such things, Claude von Riegan.

[It isn't hard to gather those feelings, when they have been following her around like a shroud for months.]

Let me rest or I will take my leave to find somewhere I can.

[As tired and injured as she was... she looks fully prepared to haul herself up and limp out of his house that very minute.]