Surprise! Bang! Wallop!

Her eyes pinched together tightly, his words earning a hiccupped cry of a laugh. A-huh. Good.” Unlike the two men she was unharmed, her joints had a few mild cuts and bruises, but there was nothing broken or burned about the new High Keeper. She only shed a tear when he kissed her, chest sore with how quickly panic had taken over yet he was still here, still with her. She could breathe again. 

Meg’s cheeks soon flushed crimson as he murmured, though unable to speak as he caught her lips for a second time. You… this is not the time to talk dirty to me, she’d lightly chide, folding herself carefully into his side. Yet, it was the perfect way to smash through the terror of the past half hour. His way. The idea of him learning to control his new found power from the likes of John Marc though had Meg pouting, tsking, but smirking with his follow up.

Mercifully, her lover was wiser and the healer snickered as the two were joined by Danny and the two… didn’t have a conversation. You're not letting Ruth try either, he’s going to be pissed as it is. Meg muttered before sighing. We won’t start today though. I think we can agree there’s been enough practising for the day. Turning her head back towards the cottage she was struck with the sudden realisation that she had nothing but what clothes were on her back and what was in the pack brought from the shed by Danny.

... I guess we’re going shopping? After I finish checking you both out.