Blackfeather Woods awaiting the sensation of a short, sharp shock

Damned if Ramsay didn't have a way of leveling things out. He had always been so calm, so rational—at least from everything she had seen of him. Maegi took in a breath, held it for a long moment. . .and then exhaled, the irritated fire in her eyes dying away. She nodded, shifting her weight, mouth quirking hard in near-pained thought.

I'll have to keep him even more hidden away, she said, with a defeated shrug of her shoulders. Away from Abraxas, and definitely away from the birds. That's all I have, for now. Beyond that. . .

Maegi stared at a point beyond Ramsay's burly shoulder, then returned her gaze to him, blinking in something like apology. Do you think that's sufficient? she asked, knowing the answer was likely not satisfactory. Or should more be done?