Jade Fern Grove No, I’m not a go-getter

Fig didn’t mind her laughter at all. In fact, he enjoyed it. He soon found himself laughing along with her, surprising himself with how very nice it felt to confess something so silly to a complete stranger. He felt some need to try to explain his reasoning, but he let the defense fall from his tongue. It was what it was, and her reaction begged for no explanation.

The Redhawk merely nodded at her appreciation, offering her a smile to show his gratitude for it. He would marvel over how wonderful it felt to help her in this way for days to come, but for now, he merely perked his ears with curiosity and amusement when she asked about invoicing.

”You owe me nothing—it’s a pleasure being able to help, truly,” he said as he too stood to go, ”Besides, the only things I need these days are a safe place to sleep and something to eat. And maybe…” He hesitated. It hadn’t come up yet, so he wondered if that was perhaps intentional. But still, he wanted to know…

”Your name?”