What do I look like, A Priest? A sexy one, Maybe.

Ruth scoffed. What I did was the bare minimum, refusing any praise for looking after someone who deserved far more than his poor attempts. He may have helped fan the man’s courage in speaking to her, but she’d proved her loyalty to his friend over and over. Never seen anyone fight for someone like she does for you.

No. Meg wasn’t a bitch and she wasn’t known for losing her temper often. Her silence might seem cruel though, but she’d rather say nothing than something hurtful. Dunno if that’s worse though. Maybe she’ll let it all out on you once she’s had time to think. Ruth shrugged, placing his hand behind and resting his head on them. It was going to suck ass and not the good way either.

He sucked air through his teeth though, taking the bottle from his friend after he spat out the nosy passenger. Yeah. Sylaise… Sylaise won’t do shit without her say so anyways, but you can bet your ass she’ll have a thing or two to say. She scares me more I’ll be honest. Creepy Ancient witch.

Shaking his head, Ruth was about to take a swig when Nairn bolted upright. Um… 20th? It’s Thursday. Why? Brow rose as he finished taking a sip, staking claim on the bottle by holding on to it until Nairn clarified why the date was so important.