"First thing they asked for," she confirmed. The key was the oddest sort, too. An ancient looking skeletal key. Fallon was convinced that throughout their time in the tundra that they had missed some sort of clue. Why make the portkey into a key at all if it wasn't meant to unlock something bigger? "Good riddance, really."

He had to know by now there never were any real kiwis. The Moroccan's brought an influx of people, and therefore an influx of crime, but she held no ill will against them. Happy as she'd be for things to settle down again. "Human traffickers, illegal smugglers, serial killers, you know. The usual." Any one of them could have it out for her, the thought made her cringe.

The ring was presently on her wrist as a bracelet. With so many inquisitive eyes scanning her today Fallon hadn't wanted to draw attention to her somewhat improper relationship with him. "By the skin of its teeth, I'd say." Fallon allowed him to continue holding her hand, as she already missed the casual intimacy she shared with Lachlan. "I mostly kept it in my pocket. I didn't want to lose it."