my heart's on fire—anditsdefinitelynotbecauseofyou

Nairn hummed, studying her as she faltered at his question. And as she spoke, he nodded slowly. I see. He finished his second mug of ale, and reached to steal a bit of bread off of her plate.

I'd expect nothing less. And it sounds like I deserve nothing less. He mused, biting into his stolen piece of bread. It was interesting, how things had changed in his absence. Ruth? Fall for someone? He wasn't going to claim it was a lie; but it was certainly strange.

He finished with his plate, and stacked it with other empty plates left at the table. Don't linger in the past on my account. He watched her for a moment, before he flashed her a smile, You're a good person, y'know? Too good, sometimes.

As he moved to stand, with his batch of empty plates, he'd pause to murmur in her ear, Whatever did I do to deserve such a kind soul? Bring it with ya, don't wanna be the last one's in the room.