Jenny: Temper

"Not like that!" Her temper was anything but sure. She pressed her hand to her forehead and fought a dizzy spell. "Don't you get it? Master Lucius us one of us. One of us! He's not just some horse-dealer scholar with a bad pair of lungs. You can't fathom how vast his mind is. I meant will you come home with us. Of course you're coming with us." She grabbed the girl's shoulder and shook it, unconsciously the way Artos had so often shook her when she was being stupid. "I meant home."