"You've been quiet," Ruby observes, as she claims a seat next to Jamie at the tavern, and accepts the tankard with a little nod of gratitude. "Thanks."

Quiet didn't necessarily mean bad, but she'd come to associate Jamie with chatter and laughing, even if the laughter was more often her own. He was funny, and he was her friend, and she tilts her head slightly to the side. Ruby, for her part, as been the opposite of quiet; chatty, even. Sometimes humming, even, and the rosewood ring had made flowers bloom where her steps had fallen even when there had already been flowers growing there. It was a weird she was getting fond of, her flower ring. "Everything okay?"