Ruth let out a long, bitter laugh.
Forget? Pfft. Word of advice from one who’s tried half their life trying to forget some shit. It don’t always work.The elf took a long sip before shifting to lay across the bench, placing the bottle back on the table between them. His cigarette was nearly gone, but he’d take a last draw before stubbing it out between his fingers and tossing it.
And you think I’d know? Cos I’m a pillar of knowledge on relationships?He’d offer Nairn a knowing look before shrugging.
That woman’s both an enigma and then plain and simple at the same time.Eye narrowing on the ceiling now when Nairn continued to contemplate lying.
You and I both know lying to her is the worst idea. You do that, you might as well dig your grave now.It was a shit situation that Ruth didn’t envy his friends were facing, life was a series of various shitshows to endure, the blow it would deal to Meg, yet…
You know she’d treat him right. Fairly. Even after she finds out. Meg won’t hold your lie against Haulean, it’s not in her to be cruel.It was the one positive he could definitively confirm, the sins of the father wouldn’t follow his son in her eyes.
About the only thing you can do is tell her the truth. She’ll retreat, put her walls up… expect Sylaise to surface, but if there is anyone you need to fear… it’s her, not Meg.A strangled laugh followed, the pitch clearly hinting the Hearth Keeper’s wrath frightened even him.
...Gimme back that bottle. I need to think about your eulogy.
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