my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

Nairn watched the encounter with his youngest student, mentally noting how the child had failed to pickpocket the healer. It was a bit of an unfair advantage on her part; given she'd been an active part of the Coterie for a huge chunk of her life. But it'd been a solid try. Still a failure, though. And he didn't tolerate failure. As she joined him, he chuckled.

Nah, Bertie's dead and gone. I triple-checked. He bumped shoulders with her, raising his eyebrows. You just got that little rat a dozen more hours of training. He stated, matter-of-fact, as he refilled his mug.

So... what'd the docs say, about what my heart can handle? He inquired, cheek resting against his hand.