[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Ruth snickered, returning the shove but not as heavily. Perhaps when in the haze of alcohol and one or two bumps of lyrium, Nairn could maybe get some, but Ruth doubted it. He’d never known Nairn to take a particular shine to anyone, not beyond a second glance. This chick had him hanging around, sneaking glances and even his ears giving him away.

Dropping his end when Nairn snatched for it, the healer leaned back with a smug grin. “Oh sure, not at all because they match her emerald looking eyes. Impossible coincidence.” He struggled to keep the laughter bubbling out of him as Nairn squirmed, it was so precious.

Though as lad stood, announcing another round Ruth didn’t argue or point out he’d just come back with one, only raising his brows curiously. "Be safe, no wee Nairn's now." When his friend's back was turned he hastily took a swig, manoeuvring himself into a better seat to watch how the ship sank or sailed. However the outcome, Ruth would supply a distraction, or an encouraging pep talk. The lass seemed surprised to see his friend, the shy smile spread across her face as he spoke.

[color=#008e02]“Huh? Oh him? Ach, it’s nothin’, I eh, I’m kinda used to people saying strange things like that. You know, doing healing and stuff.” [/color]Eyes darted between Nairn’s and the watered down pint in her hand. [color=#008e02]“Did… did you like the thing I made?”[/color]