That guy. Kiernan pursed his lips in an effort to keep his own temper in check. Hearing about him before had evoked a similar feeling, but this time, now, it was more intense, and were it not for Mag's hands in his he might have stormed out the door in a flurry to chase him down. But it felt like Mag needed him here more, and he squeezed her hands.
"It was the right thing to do," Kiernan affirmed. "Hell, you're the better person here. If it'd been me..." He trailed off and shook his head. "He didn't have the right to ask for your help, and he should've known it better than anyone. Hell, I bet he did, and he just..." Again, he took a moment to inhale to calm his simmering rage. "If he was in trouble and asking for your help, he was just trying to drag you back into his own shit all over again, use you as some sort of cannon fodder, and you deserve better than that." And he deserves nothing more than being dragon food. Instead, he said, "And he deserves all the trouble he's in now." And then some.