[This post is from Neve’s point of view.]
“Thank you,” Neve whispered. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Seamus smiled crookedly, cracking an eye open to look up at her.
“So did you draw the short straw, then?”
“What short straw?” she asked as she settled back into her chair at his bedside.
“Staying behind and keeping an eye on me.”
“Oh.” Neve smiled weakly even as the bottom dropped out of her stomach. “No, nothing like that. I—there needed to be someone here who could lead if things went badly, who could organize whatever needed to happen next. I volunteered to be that person after Hecate and Tala both said they were going whether we liked it or not.”
Seamus stared at her. “Hecate went with them, too?”
Neve nodded. “She said she wasn’t going to be left behind. Marin and Phelan backed her up and Matt couldn’t argue against all three of them.”
Seamus smiled a little. “He could have.”
“And the outcome would have been the same.”