callin me crazy?

i will burn it all to the ground.

"What? You got somethin to say?"

" aye m' love, " a beat, weighted words met with the back of her hand braving gentle caress to cheek. it's like nothing has changed since the days back home. tongue causes lips to part, moistening them as she considers her next words. " i know ye' can, but there's strength in numbers, right? " brows raise as a firm punctuation. reluctantly, hand falls away from him, back to her side. " that is true, it's certainly not very wise t' be on y'er bad side ... " she concurs with wicked smirk, a newly discovered darkness seemingly seeping from her pores.

the irishman cocked a brow at the affectionate wording, trying to conceal the smirk that came over his lips. "you saying you're willing to stand at my side, across from ripley and priest?" he'd pose the question, his gaze wandering to meet hers. there was a lingering distrust hidden behind his blue hues, as if he wasn't sure if he could trust her- if he could trust anyone. "don't sign up for a battle you aren't ready for, love."