Conall suppressed a snicker at her answer, and could not admit to being surprised to hear the sea was playing havoc with even her best medical attempts to be rid of her nausea. Be you magical or muggle, the ocean was one of those creatures one couldn’t often do battle with and win: in fact, the more you fought it, the worse things usually went for you.
He might’ve said something to that effect, but Miss Fairchild had scarcely begun another sentence when the railing gave way right under them. “Jesus fucking -” Conall swore sharply, scrambling abruptly away from the edge, a hand outstretched to clutch at her arm and make sure she did the same.
Only he was too late - found his hand grasping at empty air - because the nurse had evidently not been so lucky, and had instead disappeared from view. Heart thundering in his chest, Conall lurched forwards again to scan over the side of the ship. “Fairchild?!” He called, still trying to spot her even as he fumbled in haste for his wand in his pocket, and, with his other hand, already started tugging the end of a coiled line into his grasp instead.
He might’ve said something to that effect, but Miss Fairchild had scarcely begun another sentence when the railing gave way right under them. “Jesus fucking -” Conall swore sharply, scrambling abruptly away from the edge, a hand outstretched to clutch at her arm and make sure she did the same.
Only he was too late - found his hand grasping at empty air - because the nurse had evidently not been so lucky, and had instead disappeared from view. Heart thundering in his chest, Conall lurched forwards again to scan over the side of the ship. “Fairchild?!” He called, still trying to spot her even as he fumbled in haste for his wand in his pocket, and, with his other hand, already started tugging the end of a coiled line into his grasp instead.
