[Protection from the walking dead. Yes, she has heard this ghost story before, and she still isn’t certain she believes it— but it is hard to deny the look in Jon’s eyes when he speaks of them. That is not the look of a man weaving tall tales.
She frowns lightly, unwrapping silverware and setting it aside the salad container for him before sitting and tucking into her own.]
Protection that you can’t provide. And that is why you were sailing to meet with me.
[An open invitation for clarification. After all, she did not come here for mere pleasantries. This is transactional, and she is still displeased with his choice.]
no subject
She frowns lightly, unwrapping silverware and setting it aside the salad container for him before sitting and tucking into her own.]
Protection that you can’t provide. And that is why you were sailing to meet with me.
[An open invitation for clarification. After all, she did not come here for mere pleasantries. This is transactional, and she is still displeased with his choice.]