ravenry | arthur catchall

maybe i'll find something to put here later

I don't expect to be let go, but I'm willing to be proven wrong.

[a quick exhale.]

If they don't prove us wrong themselves, I will handle it.

[ she watches him for a second. ]

I'll hope to be proven wrong.

As will I.

[noticing the gaze...]

What?

It is not my place to say. You know yourself better.

But you know the reason you were staring.

I said enough. You are capable.

[ he was or is angry, but it's not her place to tell him to chill out (in fancier speak). ]