The woman was exasperating, that much Jamie was certain of. He'd have to leave such explanations to Mac. Maybe he could talk some sense into her. But then again, maybe he couldn't. It seemed to him that she was a rather stubborn lass and didn't like to give up on things she thought a worthy cause. Her grip on his arm, however, was more of a distraction than her words and he was reluctantly happy when she finally released him.

He brought the arm in front of him and rubbed at it where she'd gripped his forearm. She hadn't hurt him, of course, but her touch still seemed to burn the flesh of his forearm. He stifled the shudder he felt at it and simply gave her a nod when she finally seemed to heed his words enough to where they could leave. He easily guided her a little ways away from where Dagda and settled on the ground for a brief snooze. The dragon would wake up hungry and he didn't want to be there when that happened. Once far enough away from where the dragon rested, he pulled Miss Scrimgeour next to him and side along apparated them away from the island.

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