Zhi hopped to the side as the blade clattered, unselfconscious about her twitchiness. Reflexes kept you alive; weren't no shame in moving. Her grin remained in place, however, and she stooped to pick it up. She observed it as he spoke, and when he did -- she laughed. Delighted, hooting laughter, as if they were trading humorous anecdotes over a pint. Like they had, at one point in time. Time, yeah, that was always the problem.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't be a gadabout, or craven. Ye knew what ye were signing up fer when ye treaded water wi' me, an' if ye claim innocence then I'll claim ye a lackwit."
The dagger was nice, especially for him. She didn't know what that meant. Yet.
"Now, ye gonna cry or are ye gonna get over yer blimmin' self? I don't do tantrums, flittermouse. Never have."
He always had been a loose cannon. Too bad she needed him.
She rolled her eyes. "Don't be a gadabout, or craven. Ye knew what ye were signing up fer when ye treaded water wi' me, an' if ye claim innocence then I'll claim ye a lackwit."
The dagger was nice, especially for him. She didn't know what that meant. Yet.
"Now, ye gonna cry or are ye gonna get over yer blimmin' self? I don't do tantrums, flittermouse. Never have."
He always had been a loose cannon. Too bad she needed him.
