"Both," although as always, "Roffe matters less."

Ulla could have moved past any number of things that Signy did to her. But one instant that served as the tipping point. They've come far enough now that she teeters on the edge of telling him. After an excruciating moment of indecision, she does.

"When I was lying there in agony, I asked for my knife back to end my suffering. And she looked to him for permission." If Roffe had asked it, would Signy really have left her to die slowly and painfully, without even the mercy of a swift death? Ulla supposes she'll never know for certain. Signy turned to Roffe, and Ulla turned to rage rather than oblivion.