my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

[color=#008e02]“Still miss that peg-legged bastard.” [/color]There was a small dip in her grin when talking about their old handler. Meg owed Bertie her life and while she’d probably repaid him ten times over, he’d landed Nairn on her table. The rest had been a tale of Meg’s obliviousness to the growing softness one assassin had on her.

She returned his bump, the ease of her smile returned at his statement. [color=#008e02]“Well, I’d have let him keep it if I didn’t need it for you.”[/color] Brows shrugged, while a hand fished back out the bauble. Playing with it between finger and thumb Meg revealed a polished piece of jade, the size of a coin.

Yet his query caused her to chuckle, a smirk slowly curling to one side. Meg’s  head tilted and then she mirrored him, elbow leaning on the table top. [color=#008e02]“That you can handle some excitement…,”[/color] her finger pointed, [color=#008e02]“but any weird noises, clunking or off ticks, you have to go in.”[/color] She’d stare at him, serious yet with a blink they were the soft comforting green.

[color=#008e02]“And… I can make you a Hearth stone. That way, you don’t have to follow me all the time.” [/color]Anything to lighten his worry, stress his condition further.