[ He couldn't really give less of a damn what her name is, but manners beaten into him (quite literally) force him to reply. Even so, its done with no small amount of irritation. ]
Frye. Jacob Frye.
[ He has enough supplies of his own now, although not quite as much as her, to be content to leave this place as soon as he can, but once more the woman seems to have her own bloody idea of what they should be doing. If she'd just listened to him in the first place...
He sighs, not bothering to hide it, as she begins to clean the knife she must have defended herself with. That can wait the twenty minutes or so it will take to get back to the road and the merchants. ]
Miss Ives, can you please stop playing silly-
[ And then he sees it. The slash across her palm, the way she begins to draw in her own blood, strange shapes that while could be totally innocent animals, scorpions and snakes tend to have negative connotations. Especially drawn in blood, in front of a fire, in the dark.]
Miss Ives, What the bloody hell are you doing?
[ The words are sharp, but not scared. More frustrated that he's probably going to have to kill this woman too, because she's in some sort of cult that sacrifices people or some such. It wouldn't be the first time. ]
Cw: continued mention of snake and scorpians
Frye. Jacob Frye.
[ He has enough supplies of his own now, although not quite as much as her, to be content to leave this place as soon as he can, but once more the woman seems to have her own bloody idea of what they should be doing. If she'd just listened to him in the first place...
He sighs, not bothering to hide it, as she begins to clean the knife she must have defended herself with. That can wait the twenty minutes or so it will take to get back to the road and the merchants. ]
Miss Ives, can you please stop playing silly-
[ And then he sees it. The slash across her palm, the way she begins to draw in her own blood, strange shapes that while could be totally innocent animals, scorpions and snakes tend to have negative connotations. Especially drawn in blood, in front of a fire, in the dark.]
Miss Ives, What the bloody hell are you doing?
[ The words are sharp, but not scared. More frustrated that he's probably going to have to kill this woman too, because she's in some sort of cult that sacrifices people or some such. It wouldn't be the first time. ]