[ He frowns at that, a mixture of surprise and outrage. ] Of course I wouldn't do that. Did he really--?
[ Well, he doesn't really have to ask that, does he? Although, at the back of his head he thinks, "She could be lying, this could be an act to garner your pity," but that voice is kind of a prick, Peter admits. He shakes his head to clear the thought. When he speaks again, it's clear he's choosing his words carefully. ]
Look. I'm not really in the business of telling folks what to do -- in fact, it's more common that I'm the one getting ordered around. So-- say what you want, do what you want, whenever you want, so long as you're not hurting anyone without my say so. And-- I guess if I ask you to do something, I'm not gonna stop you from second-guessing me. I might not like it, but I'm sure as hell not gonna turn down any advice.
[ Don't forget she's a Siren, though, says the prick part of his brain, and Peter tries his hardest to ignore it. ]
[ He shrugs, raising an eyebrow at her. ] Granted, you'll be doing most of the heavy lifting, what with you having the lion's share of magical powers and the weird sixth sense thing.
Me, I've got a pretty face, so I guess I'll do all the talking.
[ Normally he'd dress down a bit, but even with the Ravagers thrown off the trail and Maya keeping watch, he doesn't feel-- entirely safe. He's still waffling on whether or not he can trust the Siren, but-- well, if she really wanted to kill him, she wouldn't have any trouble.
All the same, Peter is slow to trust, and while he sets his bow and quiver aside before he lies back on the forest floor, he decides to keep his knives on his person. ]
[ He shifts, trying to get more comfortable, and folds his hands over his stomach. With everything that's happened tonight, exhaustion is quick to start pulling him under. He staves it off briefly, though-- ]
Hey, um. I forgot to say thanks. For the stuff with the Ravagers, earlier.
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[ Well, he doesn't really have to ask that, does he? Although, at the back of his head he thinks, "She could be lying, this could be an act to garner your pity," but that voice is kind of a prick, Peter admits. He shakes his head to clear the thought. When he speaks again, it's clear he's choosing his words carefully. ]
Look. I'm not really in the business of telling folks what to do -- in fact, it's more common that I'm the one getting ordered around. So-- say what you want, do what you want, whenever you want, so long as you're not hurting anyone without my say so. And-- I guess if I ask you to do something, I'm not gonna stop you from second-guessing me. I might not like it, but I'm sure as hell not gonna turn down any advice.
[ Don't forget she's a Siren, though, says the prick part of his brain, and Peter tries his hardest to ignore it. ]
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She suddenly, inexplicably, finds herself looking forward to the next month. ]
Thank you, Peter. [ it's quiet, but she says it with total sincerity. ]
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Me, I've got a pretty face, so I guess I'll do all the talking.
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... I suppose you do have a pretty face. For a human.
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Aww, Maya. That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. Thank you.
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[ He stops after his next step and glances behind them. ]
I dunno if almighty Sirens need sleep, but I know I do. I think we're far enough away from the last place I set up camp by now.
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... You know, I was joking just then. Do you actually not need sleep?
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[ Normally he'd dress down a bit, but even with the Ravagers thrown off the trail and Maya keeping watch, he doesn't feel-- entirely safe. He's still waffling on whether or not he can trust the Siren, but-- well, if she really wanted to kill him, she wouldn't have any trouble.
All the same, Peter is slow to trust, and while he sets his bow and quiver aside before he lies back on the forest floor, he decides to keep his knives on his person. ]
You'll wake me if something happens?
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[ He shifts, trying to get more comfortable, and folds his hands over his stomach. With everything that's happened tonight, exhaustion is quick to start pulling him under. He staves it off briefly, though-- ]
Hey, um. I forgot to say thanks. For the stuff with the Ravagers, earlier.
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[ He settles in again, eyes shutting. ] G'night, Maya.
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