… for the love of god, couldn't she have just one random chance meeting without Nathan interrupting things? Stupid meddling woman. Being irked was far easier to deal with than the other rush, the one which almost had her convinced that she was glad to see him. Which she clearly wasn't. Happy that he wasn't dead, sure, that was one thing. But she could be happy to know that remotely without having to keep running into him everywhere she went. Granted, things became a lot clearer when he was around, but it was the wrong sort of clear, with the wrong elements appearing out of the fog, distracting her from the things she should be concentrating on, and Merlin wasn't planning on making the same mistakes twice.
“One cannot be too careful, Nate. Unexpected things keep turning up, after all.” Green eyes sought out his grey ones in the same damn dance they'd been pacing through since they'd found each other here, Enfys tilting her head to the side with a distinctly unamused half-smile, though her gaze was not its usual steady self, instead darting between him and the other girl as if they were pieces of a jigsaw she was trying, and failing, to fit together – pieces from the same corner of the picture, sure, but with the interconnecting ones missing so they were still just discordant fragments. “Take a seat” she continued, knowing full well he would anyway whether she granted permission or not, but it was the principle of the thing that was important, as ever.
From anyone else, the gesture might have been sweet, the temptation perhaps being to read concern that wasn't there into the tone. But they were not 'anyone else', and the terms they had parted on when it came to 'the Incident' and the Orkney 'problem' had not been good, so her tone was pointed, a defiant I can take care of myself, you know. Far better than some I could mention. “She does, does she?”