As that tiny ember of hope was snuffed out again, fury quickly rose within her chest seeing Marwyn's eyes looking upon her with poorly concealed pity. How dare he look at her with pity. None of them knew what she went through! Her hands grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at the archmaester with all her strength, making him duck hurriedly. The chalice flew way off the mark, hitting the stoic Red Flea on the arm instead.