In turn, Rhiannon prayed to the Creator that Conlan would forget his duty for this one time and not report her to anybody. They knew each other long enough now that she liked to think of him as more than just a patron, a resident of the inn, or the Captain of the Guard. She could go so far as to call him a friend, she thought, and she wondered if that was enough.
Her eyes went wide when Conlan seemed to take upon himself the charge of finding someone else who knew more about her "gift" than she did, which might not be hard by how little she knew, but who would be willing to put themselves on the line for some innkeeper? "You think you could do that?" She asked, hopeful despite herself.
"I've tossed and turned in bed many a night wondering which was better - to face it head on and develop it, or ignore it and hope it wouldn't show itself any more than it does on occasion. But the truth is I know nothing about it, safe for popular superstition that is very rarely based on truth."