She would join then another time. He felt his heart jump in his chest—out of relief, he assumed. Hauling a gentile healer around the Hebrides was one of the least responsible things he could do, he told himself. Merlin forbid anything happen to her. Fallon took the words right out of his mouth. At least if anything went wrong with the two of them (although he had no intention of leading her into a dangerous situation) it was unlikely to be reported as him leading an innocent, pretty young woman to her death. At least Fallon had some training that would come in use in the event of an emergency, even if he wouldn't empower her by stating it.
"Hopefully our run-ins with death ended last month," he said quietly, taking a bite of a cookie she'd given him. He reached out mindlessly and squeezed her wrist as he chewed, a gesture of solidarity and something of a promise. He still didn't know how to navigate the arctic tundra, but the Hebrides was his land.
"Hopefully our run-ins with death ended last month," he said quietly, taking a bite of a cookie she'd given him. He reached out mindlessly and squeezed her wrist as he chewed, a gesture of solidarity and something of a promise. He still didn't know how to navigate the arctic tundra, but the Hebrides was his land.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —