"I'm fine!" Ffion shouts from the balcony. "Why shouldn't I stay here?" She gestures angrily behind her. "Oh wait, let me guess, what about the mess you left it in!" "Ffion -" Ithel starts, but she doesn't let him finish. "You want me too, just like Rhodri? And - and like Gwyn!" She keeps going, horrified at the realisation. "You knew he wouldn't be in! He came to talk to you, didn't he? What did you do with him?!" "Ffion!" Ithel starts for the stairs, ignoring Inric, who has moved to stand by the wall and wait out the drama.