[And just like that, he's gone back to the same man he'd seemed to be when they first met. It's strange now, hearing the same easy flattery dropping from his lips--knowing that there's much more beneath the surface than this. She doesn't think this is a lie, not any more, but... wow, the difference is striking.]

I should be the one thanking you. I thought that if I saw him again, I'd kill him. But I just froze instead.

[She glances down to their joined hands, but she makes no move to let go just yet. Instead, she reaches down to the bag at her hip, holding the pommel of her weapon in thumb and forefinger while she flips the top open and then slides the dagger inside. It's definitely too big to actually fit in the bag properly, and the edge should definitely cut through its material, but hey! Magic!]

I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't been there. So thanks, Justy. What you said... it means a lot.