“I don’t know why you care about Myrddin at all,” she said. Unexpectedly, her throat tightened, on the verge of tears. “He’s our national author. Not yours. Have you even read his books?” “I’ve read them all.” Preston’s expression hardened. “He’s a perfectly valid subject of scholarly inquiry no matter the background of the scholar in question.
It's like he's talking to a child because she is so immature. (Crying aside, I understand she is experiencing mental issues. I'm talking about her mindset.)
