[ Mm. That explains... well, a lot about Fiona. ]

So that's why you've got no sense of privacy, is it? [ Referring to her digging around his fucking room. He pauses, locating something that he's pretty sure is a splint, and then he starts speaking again as he brings it to her wrist, holding the two together as he reaches for the bandage with his other hand. ] And it explains why you were so touchy about the ball and being called a lady. This must be some sort of lap of luxury for you in comparison, though. No?