Maeve did not exactly mean to jump when Silvarae's rune lit up, but she did, nonetheless. Because, honestly, she had not gotten over the constant fear of accidentally setting someone on fire. 

Well, the constant fear of setting [i]anything[/i] on fire. There was a recurrent nightmare of accidentally burning off all of her clothing, except for (whatever reason,) her ugliest pair of "that time of month" underwear, and being caught in the ring while wearing them. And then some frost giants wandered in and wanted to- 

Not the problem at hand. 

[b][color=#c4422b]"Uh, yeah,"[/color][/b] she said, rolling the tension out of her shoulders from the shock. [b][color=#c4422b]"But Bossman's right. They're probably all pissed as hell that we've bailed on training for our [i]destiny[/i] or whatever. Like if it was destiny, we would have to train. Plothole there, mate."[/color][/b]

She clapped a hand around Silvarae's back, now concerned that any loss of contact would send her into a coma. 

Not very concerned, of course, but concerned enough that she would probably be concerned until they were around enough other people that it could be someone else's concern should the concern crop up again. She started back toward the mansion, casting one last check for Madison's package before heading up the steps.

[b][color=#c4422b]"Wonder if they left us any muffins?"[/color][/b]