That was not the immediate reaction she had been expecting, but one that nonetheless deeply relieved her. For, even through Nico's bad-tempered expression, Larkin could discern that her former secret would not change the solidarity that existed between them. She hadn't truly believed that her Jordanian marriage would turn Nico against her (amazingly, when she really thought about it, there had been many more disastrous experiences in their lives than this one), but it made her feel significantly more able to tackle this mess with Nico firmly at her side. It was relieving, she felt relieved, and significantly less jittery (a feeling that she had not experienced... well, almost nearly ever) now as opposed to moments ago.
Larkin tilted her head in his grasp, and pressed her lips together. "Course not," she spoke lightly, also nodding her head slightly. And even if that had been the case, she certainly wasn't about to tell him, now. Larkin knew how easily unhinged the both of them could become when it came to the other's well-being. Her particularly frenzied state on the street earlier came to mind as an example, and the image of him on his knees with a bag over his head still haunted her.
She shook her head. "Don't think the husband would like that very much," Larkin attempted at joking. But, it felt incredibly distasteful (definitely too soon) in her mouth, so she quickly moved on. Larkin then brought both her hands up to rest them securely on Nico's shoulders. She dipped her chin low.
"Did they do anything to you?" she asked seriously. She knew that... that had been the case in the street, but if there had been more... Larkin pulled her lips back. Her wand may have been taken away, but she certainly could easily wreck some havoc without it for any act against him by that incessant vizier.
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