[Dreams. Of all the things to receive a call about. Amelia sighs before answering.]

You're correct in your assumption about my second's actions. Thank you for informing me of what's been happening. [She sounds less than pleased, though she's attempting to keep a polite tone.]

I understand where this leave us. Send him back to me. I'll see it taken care of, and my House kept in line going forward.

You'll not see him again. Thank you for your call, Mister Frost.

[She ends the call, then starts throwing knives into the cutting board she's pinned to the wall. Fuck.]