Emilia offers him hand-held shears, a tightness to her jaw upon the mention of their curses. "It was my thought, as well. The young man I am meant to atone for neglected the fields and estates left to him, and thus the people he'd a responsibility to feed."

A spoiled child, a man of privilege, who was not held accountable for those that he hurt. The thought leaves her furious, beyond her anger at being pressured to drink that brew upon their arrival in the first place.