Resigned acceptance of the situation? Belligerence towards her inability to stave off the Fae? Neither, or perhaps a mixture of both. It would happen just as it had the nights before no matter what she did. No matter if she cowered in the corner of the room or within the study with its fireplace and magnificent sconces. It happened to her no matter how she pleaded with the Fae, and it always left her with a heady mixture of disgust and shame that grew loud within the confines of her chest.