“great. thanks for the heads up.” she bites her tongue before she can argue any further, shoving her amulet across the table with a huff. “y’know, even if it’s not ME that does it, someone’s gonna send you back eventually.” she couldn’t, regardless. not now. and it didn’t make sense to lobby threats she couldn’t fulfill. “i’m going to bed …”
“i would rather you send me back than anyone else” he didn’t want to be sent back at all, but if he had a choice? he would have rather had someone he trusted do it – not anyone else. “still, you should get some sleep, and i’ll just… raid the fridge.”