Still in control

Well, we'll figure it out together. I'm not gonna let you go through this alone. Mariam's voice was softer, there in the tavern, as she reached across the table and cupped his cheek, her eyes held to his as she nodded, searching his own for any fear, or anything else she needed to know that his words weren't telling her. Grim was her family, if it hadn't been Gabe, then.. perhaps in another life, Grim would have been the one she wanted to grow old and white with, perhaps.

But as she searched his face, she knew that the apprehension she saw there was just fear of the unknown, and she could be brave enough in the face of the unknown for them both. It was sort of what she did -- be the brave one, so that those she loved more than life itself could have the grace, the space to be afraid. But she patted his cheek, with a grin, Not cause me any worry, is that it? I see how it is, make me worry when ya vanish on me for several weeks, no letters, no journal entries, nothing ta let me know you were alive, but old elf mage riding shotgun, that I would worry about. The entirety of it was a tease, No, I don't think so, not your head at least. He had to listen to me whine about how long it took to get here. He'd done pretty good at not being angry when I complain

She nodded once, and then went to pick up a mug of ale that was set down in front of her, trying not to disturb Cheese as she went. It didn't dawn on her, and wouldn't yet, why her complaints had been tolerated. So, what's the plan?

@Grímkæll Alfarinsson