"It isn't the deal that makes me angry." Except for the reason he said. That a bitter part of her loathes the idea of anyone else getting to feel whole.

No. That he gets something out of this makes sense. Ulla has been getting by on deals since that night in Sondermane. She's used to everything being a trade. It's the most comfortable thing about this arrangement, in some ways.

But she's furious at the idea that anyone could care what she wants. Deeply distrusts anyone treating her well. Hates the insistent tug of the first inklings of affection, when she doesn't want to feel anything of the sort. And she especially loathes how easily he can imagine her ever being whole again.

Ulla isn't sure how to say any of that. She isn't sure she wants to.