Good. She was glad he was seeing stars and suffering. Although she would have been upset if he'd gone over the rail and it hadn't been her fault. She scoffed at the idea of Scotland being too close, <"Maybe so but it isn't like there aren't entirely empty moors with no neighbors for miles to hide out on."> She didn't want to see reason here. She missed that world so much... Maybe not the life part - okay she did but not as much as the country.
And maybe the Scots had given in. She wouldn't argue that much. But anything was better than this and she was kind of stuck on that point. <"I wouldn't have left if not for you! Or did you forget that much? I didn't want to go despite being shot. It's part of the life and I was willing to accept it. You were the one who wanted to leave and because I love you I followed."> And right now, she was wondering if that had been a mistake - the following part, not the loving because there was no way she could change that. Not in a million years.
<"And we can't even be useful else it will blow our cover and we'll be the first suspects of murder,"> Mae slid her back down the railing to sit on the deck. Her knees were pulled to her chest and her face was buried between them.