walking on eggshells

Devera stared at him, narrowing her eyes. He asked her name and she hissed, Razikale. She backed against the fireplace, the brick against her back as he demanded to know where she had found these eggs. They're mine. She snarled the words.

He was bleeding, and his knees buckled. He stumbled, and still managed to bring his sword level with her neck. She stayed still, head tilted back, blue eyes fixed on him. They're yours, too.