Narrowing her eyes at the both of them, Elsie pursed her lips as well. The whole thing was superficial and she knew it, but she also thought she had made her point very well known. She wasn't expecting them to be friends, at least not for a while, but she needed them to at least be some kind of amicable so that it wasn't stressing her out worrying about it. "No, I am not happy," oh was he ever going to get it! "I am however, going to make tea now and you have approximately five minutes to come up with something better than that in my absence," She needed a moment to breathe, to find some clarity. They could come up with something they could both agree upon in her absence, but she fully expected to continue this conversation with her husband after Sebastian left. Brawling in public, she just might strangle him. Elsie could not, since their first year at Hogwarts, ever come up with a time in which she had ever been so angry or disappointed with Tyb and she didn't like it.

Without another word, she turned on her heel once more to head to the kitchen. Blowing out a steadying breath, she felt an unwelcome sting of tears in the corner of her eyes. Damn this pregnancy! Placing both hands on the edge of the counter, she closed her eyes and blinked back the tears. This was miserable. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Sniffling, she wiped the tears form her cheeks with her hands and set about putting the kettle on the stove.