[ ...Honestly, she's starting to have second thoughts about approaching him already. Was all the mental anguish really that bad? Could she truly not sustain it over dealing with an imbecile of this caliber? If not for the fact that the next shard-bearing Meridian is likely to be miles away, she wouldn't be committing herself further to this endeavor, but she's already made it this far.

Which doesn't really stop her from fixing the blond with a heated glare. ]

That's not what I'm asking you for.

[ Does she look like she's a woman of low standards? Definitely not when it comes to wine, steak, and bed partners, at least. Her fingers tighten, yanking him further away from prying eyes anyway. ]

I need you to help me with this disease. If I have to hear Cyrus cycling through my head one more time–...just make it stop.

[ That's more of a priority than the current optics of their situation, and he seems stupid enough to help without asking too many questions. ]