It was fortunate that Padraig interjected, because George had been fully prepared to launch into a rant about what a backwards shithole Darerca's island was. Instead, he just huffed out a breath and watched her worry over Padraig. It was a little harder to hate her when she was doing that.
"Aren't you lucky," he told Padraig, patting him on the arm. "I'll go make more tea."