Torie desperately needed space, to redress, to try and salvage some of her dignity, if it was even possible. What an absolute, utter fool she was!

He held her there and Torie was tempted to elbow him in the nose to get him to move. Nothing he said made any sense, her judgement clearly clouded or maybe she didn't believe him. She thought that had been what she wanted to hear, that he was wrong, that he'd made a mistake, but all Torie could understand was that he didn't listen. Ever.

The frustration bubbled up and with it her determination to get up and get some physical distance between them. Pulling her hand from his as the grip loosened, she then used both hands to shove him to the side, tugging her skirts roughly with her. She was on her feet in an instant, momentarily forgetting the fact that her ankle was badly sprained, possibly broken, and she took one step on the bad foot before crashing into a nearby crate, just managing to catch herself before she hit the floor again. The edge of the crate bit into her leg and would no doubt leave another bruise to accompany her ankle. She bit her lip to contain the curse and manage the pain, but it hurt, almost as much as her pride. "Don't," She warned, tone icy, hoping to cut him off before he invaded her space again.

Her nails dug into her palm, overwhelmed by the embarrassment and frustration. This time she knew exactly what to say and as she stood again, weight shifted to the good side, her hands nimbly tied up her skirts, tighter than they had been before she reached for her corset. If her wand wasn't so far away she would have cheated and used that, but she couldn't go hobbling around and hollering at him at the same time. "Tortured you?" She spat, tossing her long waves over her shoulder as she started on the hooks, noting the bottom few were bent out of shape. "I will not be made a fool of again. I have begged and pleaded and thrown myself at you and yet here we are again, with your assumptions. Do you listen? Do you hear me? Yourself? Merlin's beard." She was good and riled up now, all of the frustration and the disappointment and the heartache pouring out now.

"There has never been anyone else!" Nor would there be. She'd been spoiled for any future match, even if she wasn't technically ruined; she would never feel like this about anyone ever again. She rounded on him now, corset hooked, reaching for her bodice to shove her arms through the sleeves. "Do you think me incapable of making my own choices? Of speaking my own mind? Why else would I even be here?" Was he really that dense? Torie busied herself with the buttons of her bodice, steam practically coming from her ears.