His tone must have been harsh, because she pursed her lips, her thin face becoming thinner as she sucked in her cheeks. "You don't think of others often, do you?" It wasn't a question, even though she posed it as such, and he narrowed his eyes at her, a pressure settling on his chest. She was angering him, and he had already had a long night, his bones achy and weary with the need to rest. With a scoff, he brushed past her, his shoulder hitting hers as he headed for his room. He raised a hand to his temples when he heard her follow in step behind him, a migraine wrapping tightly like a band over his head, the world painfully bright and dizzying.