[Past] You, Me and a Pitcher of Cream

Nairn tilted his head, as she flushed. And then she'd plucked the scarf from his hands, to show him on herself how to wear it. And when she offered to tie it for him... Well, he didn't stop her, even if his ears did turn red.

She was adorable. Nairn was startled that he was thinking such things about someone he's only known for a short while... and not even that well.

Thank you, he grinned as she tugged it down, just in time to see a full-fledged smile. I'll be sure to wear it often. The fact she'd thought about him—and no-one else... the fact she'd thought about the fact he'd need to hide his face while working... He had other means to do that, but the scarf had now risen to his preferred means.

But he wouldn't tell her that.

His job is not to make you uncomfortable. He stated, firmly, shaking his head once. Well... we're a pretty rough crowd. I'm not the only one lookin' out for ya, he nodded towards Albert, You're one of us now. She was new, yes.

But she was part of the family.

Ruth waved him off and he glared, momentarily. Uhm... Have you met everyone, yet? I know you've met Ruthie, he's... Nairn shrugged, as if there was nothing more to say about Ruth. Ruth was Ruth, and there was very little to do to change that.

You're new to Kirkwall, too, right? It's a pretty dangerous place... has someone shown you where you shouldn't go?