Nessie watches him go, hands braced on the table for support. She shakes her head, trying to clear it, and slowly sinks back into her seat. Something's going wrong. She's not sure what she's said or done, but the conversation wasn't meant to go this way.

Her stomach feels unsettled, so she drains the rest of her teacup. He's coming back with more anyway, and maybe letting him be right will ease some of the tension in the room.

Maybe.