[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Fuck you, Nairn grumbled half-heartedly, and the look he threw over his shoulder as Ruth mentioned staying safe implied if he'd had something to throw at the other, he would've.

Nairn nodded, a shy grin settling across his face. Yeah, it's well-made. He pulled the scarf from his pocket, he'd still been fiddling with the fabric. What... what's the best way to wear it? He raised an eyebrow, offering the scarf out to her.

He was just expecting her to hold it up, show him which side faced outwards. Yanno, you don't have to deal with people flirtin' with you. I mean... You're a healer. That's your job. He added, after a long moment to think about his words. Next time someone does, lemme know.

She mostly interacted with Coterie. And he wasn't above putting any member of the Coterie in their place.

Nairn glanced over his shoulder, huffing as he noted Ruth watching him. Brat. He was enjoying this.