As Arya listened to Saphira, She had to use all her self-control to keep her face straight. Very well. She said grimly as Saphira finished. I'll talk to both of you later. In the library.
As Saphira withdrew, Arya became aware that Falberd was talking to her. "Will the elves find this agreeable?" He asked. Arya cursed inside, while she turned her studiously inscrutable countenance on him. What do you expect me to say? She thought angrily. When she could trust herself to speak, she said the only thing possible, what he and the rest of the council had known she would. Lifting an eyebrow, she spoke quietly. "I cannot speak for my queen, but I find nothing objectionable to it. Nasuada has my blessing." As she finished, the council showed signs of obvious relief and pleasure at her words. Satisfied now? She demanded silently.
"Thank you, Arya." Nasuada murmured, then said, "Is there anything else that must be discussed? For I am weary." I'm sure you are thought Arya with a surge of sympathy. She had observed on the way that Nasuada seemed pale and tired. The death of her father had taken its toll on her. There was a little more talking, but then the council got up to leave. Arya was last at the door. As she turned to go, one hand on the door, she looked at Eragon, a little of the worry and anxiety she was feeling surfaced on her face. She looked down, and left the room.
As Arya walked away from the council room and towards the library, the worry began to turn to frustration, then to anger. Her anger was aimed at the council, Eragon, Saphira, even, irrationally, at Ajihod, for dying and leaving her in this mess with two incompetents who had no idea how to act, but she soon repented of that thought. Ajihod certainly had not intended this. How could he?
But even without Ajihod, there were plenty of people to be angry with, not least herself. Why hadn't she warned Eragon about this? And now, everything could be ruined. One thought filled her head. Wasted. All the time she had spent in this damp, dark cave, away from the trees and sky, away from her people, with these dwarves. Wasted. What had Eragon done? What had he promised the council? So wrapped up in her thoughts was she that she hardly noticed when she reached the library. She crossed to the back of the large room, sat down, and tried to gather her thoughts.
Breathe deeply she told herself.