"I trust you." Of course she trusted him. "You don't think he'd get a touch suspicious if I just shut up and gave in?" Heather schooled her expression a little more than she had before. Trying not to give way that she and Gabriel had the inner conversation. The look could have been explained away, after all she didn't like the idea of Murdoch in the drivers seat in Robin's head.
"I would, of course, rather see him. But it wouldn't be him that I'd see everyday anymore, would it? Do you think it's really right for him to sit in the backseat to his own life?" It was hard to go on like that. Hard to face that bit of truth. But... She didn't want Murdoch to do anything rash. "Fine. If it's him dead or... You taking over... I guess I'd selfishly rather have him alive." She closed her eyes, in attempt to hide just how much the idea hurt her. She knew Robin would hate the idea, of living back seat to someone else. But... Once they got off the ship, something could be done... Still it was a little hard to hold back such a strong emotion, especially being pregnant. One tear streaked down her cheek before she batted it away.