There was a mischievous glint in his eye, noticing the muscles of his fathers jawline tighten. Recklessness and a pounding hangover urged him further, questioning, “As well as you? Are you a healer? No.” He set his cup down on the counter. “Your talents are far different. It seems I’ll need to also give a lesson in triage then.” He’d shrug, head then dipping to hide the slight smugness of his grin.
He’d never wanted to be Keeper. Ruth experienced enough hardship under his father that it would have driven any sane second out from under him.
Of course he wouldn’t mention anything to Megara. The Stoner, however, upon finding out their shared last name would no doubt seek him out, partly to satisfy her curiosity and the rest to perhaps fix the bond. Of what bond she may have referred to, Ruth had no idea. As far as he was concerned he had severed it the minute he had crossed the camp's boundary. “I don’t need to explain my arrangement with the Stoner, just that I’m quite capable of doing it. It benefits both our goals so let's leave it at that, yes?”
Picking up his cup, he’d play with it a moment to stem the agitation and need for distance. There was no immediate escape and likely, he’d be stuck with these people for the next few hours. The cooking wine hit his throat and while it wasn’t the most foul tasting thing, it gave him a kick, action finally decided upon. “Well. I’m sure we’ll continue to have more delightfully awkward talks on the way there. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go get dressed more appropriately and we can get the immediate concerns, like people potentially dying, remedied. Yes?”
A quick glance, and additional, “Enjoy your tea,” and Ruth turned, intending to return to his room.
He’d never wanted to be Keeper. Ruth experienced enough hardship under his father that it would have driven any sane second out from under him.
Of course he wouldn’t mention anything to Megara. The Stoner, however, upon finding out their shared last name would no doubt seek him out, partly to satisfy her curiosity and the rest to perhaps fix the bond. Of what bond she may have referred to, Ruth had no idea. As far as he was concerned he had severed it the minute he had crossed the camp's boundary. “I don’t need to explain my arrangement with the Stoner, just that I’m quite capable of doing it. It benefits both our goals so let's leave it at that, yes?”
Picking up his cup, he’d play with it a moment to stem the agitation and need for distance. There was no immediate escape and likely, he’d be stuck with these people for the next few hours. The cooking wine hit his throat and while it wasn’t the most foul tasting thing, it gave him a kick, action finally decided upon. “Well. I’m sure we’ll continue to have more delightfully awkward talks on the way there. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll go get dressed more appropriately and we can get the immediate concerns, like people potentially dying, remedied. Yes?”
A quick glance, and additional, “Enjoy your tea,” and Ruth turned, intending to return to his room.
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