[Yes. She has her faults. I am not always sure her anger is one of them.] It had its place, after all--she'd extended the offer to Dacj precisely because she was angry, on Eli's behalf. [This, however, has been some time in coming. It is not good for her to hide things so.]
Dacj had been ready to fire back some tetchy thing--but Sorcha's own acidity stopped the kraken right in her tracks. She could feel herself freeze with the shock, her anger turning to ice inside as she gaped after the retreating Sorcha. Did--wait!--was she right? Did she not really trust Sorcha? If she were to compare between the redhead, and, say, Seth...she told Seth almost everything, save her own shameful secret concerning him. And she kept that to herself....well, because she was afraid he'd leave if he knew. If she could know that he'd shrug it off, act like nothing had happened--well, she might very well have told him of her crush then. He knew everything else about her.
But--what had she really told Sorcha? Searching through her mind, she wasn't sure. She'd maybe mentioned things in passing, in a dismissing kind of way. It was easier, somehow, to pretend with Sorcha that her life was so much simpler than it was To pretend that maybe she was the normal one in the relationship. Even if it was a boldfaced lie...
She didn't notice her clubs wrap around herself, draping over her forearms and around her waist like she was trying to give herself a hug. She didn't blame Sorcha for being upset--why wouldn't she be, with such a horrible person for a girlfriend? Why did the other Hyte even put up with her at all? Surely...Sorcha had to be some kind of glutton for punishment, to have stuck with things for this long without a word to the contrary.