Ruth shook his head, a knowing chuckle falling from his lips as Nairn slowly relinquished his knife. The elf was sure there would be another sharp implement close by if the assassin needed his comfort-stabber, but he also knew how quick Dora was on the swing. It would be a close call should shit go sideways.
Good little Coterie. He’d coo, slipping the knife away into his own pocket. I’ll give it to Danny and he’ll give you it back later. Turning slightly, his hands found his pockets and he leaded towards Dora, balance questionable, but he remained upstanding. Don’t mind his coldness. You’re just new to him is all… but enjoy your negotiations. He’s good for it.
Meandering to her door, Ruth offered a rough estimate of how long he’d be, giving Nairn a reassuring nod and a wide grin towards Dora. I’d say we’re sorry for the trouble, but you're the best mech I know and… well he’s Nairn. Got too many who rely on his ass being alive. With a final wave he was out the door, first turning the wrong way before swiftly correcting and finding the C’s passage into the tunnels.
Dora watched the two men interact, and her eyes followed Ruth as he moved. Drunk. She didn't like when he was drunk, nor high, he hid things. And it made her chest hurt, unconsciously her hand moved to massage over her heart as she thought about it, leaned there on the counter, thinking about it. She's have to examine that when there wasn't two elheven men in her home, one who had a problem with new people.
She nodded to Ruth as he left, her eyes lingering on Vera a bit longer before they turned back to Narin. Do I need to whip my dick out for a measuring contest now that he's gone, or are we good enough that I can stop eyeing my axe and you can stop lookin like you're gonna kill me the first time I sneeze?
Silence, but he glared at her. And after a minute, You don't need to worry 'bout me. Unless you hurt him, he nodded his head towards the door the other elf had left through. It was a clear threat, and he crossed his arms, watching her. Then he moved to stand.
The fuck reason would I hurt Ruth for? Dora immediately spat out, indignantly, Ruth was a working relationship, a friend at most and a friend that didn't exactly give her the full truth, nor his real self when she let him see her fucked up-ness. Her lip raised in a semi-disgusted snarl. She didn't like the implication that she would hurt a friend. Fine, you be back in about three hours, I'll have your new gear ready then and bring Ruth back with you. In case something happens and we need him to put your vitals in stasis while we figure it out. And payment, thank you very much. I don't work for free.
She pushed off the kitchen counter and crossed the room to the alcove that held her anvil and forge, and poked the embers back to life. Close the door on your way out, don't want no one peeking in on my knickers while I get this fire back up to the proper temp to make yer new gear.
Nairn reached into his pocket, and tossed a gold chain down. Half. Bring the rest later. For a moment, it seemed like he wasn't going to address how the woman might hurt his friend, but as he reached the door he paused.
Think he likes ya. He don't do that often. Afterwards, he shut the door behind him and slowly made his way home. Better to be home before Megara laid into him; maybe make some tea... or take a nap...
A businessman, I like it. Alright, alright. She could test the gold on the chain later. But she nodded her head along with the agreement.
His next words were what gave her pause, and would have her thinking a good minute, before she shook her head and chuckled it off. As sure as Stone, I think ya mistaken, but if you say so. Now off with ya. I got work to do.
