Seizing the Moment... Finally

Nairn moved Ruth, and settled in a corner of the room. Silent, stoic. He looked, outwardly, as if he didn't care a thing about the man in front of him, fighting for his life. His gaze flickered to his wife, as she worked over their old friend.

Eventually, she looked across the room at him, and Nairn dipped his head. I'll sit with him, then. He pushed away from the wall, coming to sit next to the couch, beside of his wife. He'd slip an arm around her, Take what you need, to keep him stable, he murmured, against Megara's ear. His magic was unreliable, untrained, but she'd been working with him.

He's gotta get clean, doesn't he? He murmured, glancing to the man on the couch, he almost seemed to be asleep, if it wasn't obvious how his heart and breath kept stuttering. Hope I was right about you, Theodora. He clicked his tongue, 'cause that won't be easy. And he likely won't be nice about it. And Dora wouldn't be able to leave, if she chose to stay by his side, without harming his recovery.

Nairn had little doubts that Ruth wouldn't try to push them all away, though. His nostrils flared, as he thought the repercussions of this event.

@Theodora Oridotti