Aren tensed at her relenting, looking down at the ground. This was typical of him--rather than point out anyone's bad ideas, he'd try to not get mad and not look at them. Anyone who knew him could easily read him like a book. He definitely did not approve of this.
For a moment, Aren was tempted to use his gift, just to see if it would be worth it, but he didn't want to know. Especially if it wasn't. He didn't want to have to see anyone he cared about die, ever, especially not in advance. To be unable to tell someone that they were going to die was hell, Aren knew this already, from strangers on the streets. But to see someone in that room die through his inner eye would be a thousand times worse.
For a moment, Aren was tempted to use his gift, just to see if it would be worth it, but he didn't want to know. Especially if it wasn't. He didn't want to have to see anyone he cared about die, ever, especially not in advance. To be unable to tell someone that they were going to die was hell, Aren knew this already, from strangers on the streets. But to see someone in that room die through his inner eye would be a thousand times worse.