Maeve rolled her eyes a little at him but basked in the compliment. It meant everything coming from Cathair. After all, he was the one with enough experience to envelope almost her entire lifetime.
<"If they settle down,"> she corrected automatically. There were no certainties. He should know better than to act like there were. The story really was way too easy. And believable at the same time if you knew the area. Of course, if you knew the area, you knew enough to suspect something dastardly at the same time. She hoped it would work. Still, she frowned at the mention of his mother and patted his knee gently.
<"I am not forgetting. You're the one who brought up the word peace, y'know,"> she pushed a hand through her hair in an agitated sort of way then started fiddling with her ring. It was a nervous habit. Probably one of the few she actually had. Okay, so she had a lot really but none as noticeable as playing with her ring.