Jamie rubbed at the back of his neck and closed his eyes as his head tilted back to face toward the ceiling. He wasn't drunk enough for any of this. Exhausted, perhaps, but not anywhere near the state of drunk he needed to be at. Taking in a deep breath, he let it out as a sigh but didn't move from his position of facing up to the ceiling.

"Just cause he doesn't own you doesn't mean his ass won't be on the line as well should something go wrong," he answered simply as he finally tilted his chin back down but moved his hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, "Just cause yer with me out there doesn't mean he don't have some sort of responsibility for your being out here to begin with."

Her proclamation of not wanting to die didn't really help his mind any on the matter. No one ever really meant to die when pleading to go see the toddlings but it didn't stop some from actually doing so. But if he were to take her there, she had to realize it wasn't just him that she'd be hurting if something went south. There was Mac to think of. And apparently Mac's family. She had been making Issy cookies after all.

"Not to mention his family," he added, looking at her face on once more, "Ye said ye were making cookies for Issy. What's the little lass to think if her friend goes and gets mauled by one of those beasts?"

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