The horror showed in her face when he listed the injuries he had received. She was ready to stab the guards then and there. Not that she really would. Those low lives weren't worth the noose. But she wanted to make them suffer. She didn't know how far Magnus's money and influence reached, but she would certainly investigate whether she could have them sacked. She already regretted having bribed them for this room. They deserved to be horsewhipped, not paid.

Her nails dug deeper when he talked about their parting. "It's alright. Forget it. It's in the past," she said quickly. God, couldn't he drop it already?

"Makes more sense bein' a cobbler than a fisherman, though I'm surprised anyone'd take ye on. Anyway, the Whitby fishermen wouldn't have ye, and I wouldn't let ye go unless if ye'd throw them overboard once ye're at sea. We're at war with them lot. They beat the shit out of Noah. Police did nowt, of course. Wouldn't be surprised if they helped. So don't go buddyin' up to them when ye get out." She paused. "You are comin' back to Whitby, right?"