[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn glanced down at his ale, when Ruth asked about the girl. Mmm, Bertie brought her. Found her. She's a new healer for the C. He murmured, shifting in his seat.

He'd much rather hear about the other man's travels than think too hard about how he couldn't bring himself to join the rest of his crew at their table, because he knew he'd stare too much. Seems kind. Don't think she belongs with the C, though. Seems... vulnerable. He'd only interacted with her a handful of times; primarily as her patient. But he didn't want her to wind up stuck here, serving the Coterie's cause. He's seen what living this kind of life does to people who are kind like that.

It kills the kindness, eventually.