She's stricken silent by the accusations and the fervor that accompanies them, staring at the girl with eyes gone wide and her breath caught in her throat. Half of is practically unheard, but the message is clear enough, along with the impudence. That alone finally gets her to find her voice again, anger beginning to kindle once more. Even a child could not be allowed to talk to her with such disrespect.

"You dare—" but she's cut off by the growl of the direwolf, and it makes her cringe and scramble up onto her feet. She slips once, barely catching herself, the weight of her soaked skirt and cloak only making it harder for her to find her proper footing.

If nothing else, she is no longer crying, wiping at her face with hands that are already wet and numb from the snow they had been clutching at. It's hard to make herself speak again, when she feels her gut twist in fear at the wolf's menacing presence. "I will not...be ordered about by a little girl, niece or no! I will— will return when I am good and ready. If I am to seek out my daughter, it will not be within those cursed walls! She is not there. She must be out here somewhere."