Gemini's green and gold eyes bored into Saint's, filled with strength and determination but balanced with understanding. SHe could see where he was coming from. If their positions had been reversed, she would be saying the same things to him, trying to talk him out of anything that might bring him harm. She covered his cheek with her palm, her thumb absently stroking the strong and firmly set line of his jaw as she trying to offer Wolf an explanation.
"I've been thinking of setting up a shop of my own for quite some time now, you know. And the day I met Saint, here, I was wandering through the northern bits of the Wolf Territory and came across the most beautiful old pub... The Shipwright's Arms is ideal: three stories, a furnace that still has a good many years to it... it's a place I could call my own- a place I could use to contribute and build a reputation and a business with. But it's a bit close to the Territory line..."
To Saint she muttered softly, her voice calm but coercive, "A ghra, do you think I would put myself in a situation that I don't think I could best? You forget that I've been up against a bit more than a power hungry mongrel and his pack of dogs... Young, yes I am, but not helpless. I can do this, my sweet. That little old pub is in need of rescuing and I could bring it to life. And my leather work isn't just about business." At this she dropped her eyes and her fingers to the bracelet she'd woven for him when they first met- the one that matched the one on her own wrist and on Libby's- the soft leather was smooth under her fingertips, as was her voice, "Leather is a part of who I am, Saint. And that Pub is the only place I know where I can bring that part to life again."