hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

Megara bound the woman, and he moved, plucking the knife from her hand. He tilted her head back, to examine her throat, and shook his head. Thankful for the interruption. He responded, cleaning the edge of the blade with the end of his shirt, before he placed it back on the desk.

Megara's question about the 'knife rule' being just for them, made the young woman thrash against the vines, lunging towards the mage. And Nairn moved to stand in-between the two of them. It'd seem there's been a misunderstanding.

It was a lousy explanation, and he couldn't even begin to figure out when Megara had arrived. He'd not heard the door open. But he'd definitely heard it close.

Ema pulled at the vines, attempting to free herself. "Why don't you love me? I've done so much to help you—"

He cut her off. Fingers settled against her shoulders, and he waited until she'd look him in the eyes. You are a valuable asset. But I will discharge you, if you don't stop. A veiled threat, but one that made the crying woman's breath hitch. Because you weren't allowed to leave, once you'd been as useful as she had.

@Megara Neirdre