#{interactions:billie}

[jax-harper]

“You’re damn good in a crisis!” Jax called over the wind. While the ship was more than functional, it wasn’t in the best shape after the chaos Charles had caused. Black, singed wood marked where the fire had been, and the snapped ropes Jax had hastily repaired with magic weren’t going to last much longer unless he performed the spell again with more concentration. Seeing as Cyrus was still recovering, Jax was picking up the slack that the boatswain would usually take on. “I’m proud of you, you know. Even if your left turn almost hurled me off the ship...” // @billie-cassidy​

[jax-harper]

“I told her that she has until we leave Westburgh to prove she isn’t the traitor.” Jax knew that he couldn’t go back on his word. He’d promised Billie that when they found the traitor, he would let her handle it, and he intended to keep that promise. But he wasn’t sure Athena was the traitor. At least, he wasn’t sure yet. The streets were alive with tradesmen and sailors alike, all looking happy among the locals. Jax was sure his crew were the only ones not smiling. “Do you think it’s Athena?” // @billie-cassidy​

[jax-harper]

Cursing under his breath at the twinge of pain in his leg, Jax finished carefully stacking a pile of wood on the main deck needed for ship repairs. Despite all but ignoring Alarik’s comments about needing help to repair the ship at the bonfire, Jax was putting in his fair share of work. “Aye! Billie! Come help me move this last pile, would you?” Jax nodded toward the final pile of wood, not wanting to admit that his leg was hurting him too much to do it alone.  // @billie-cassidy​