She had him there. Ruaidhrí wasn't sure exactly how to respond to that one, and yet her words chilled him--because there was an element of truth to them. He had heard rumors, could recall some moments that some might call "signs", but he had discounted them. After all, no matter how little he actually knew him, no matter how they got along, the man was his blood and with that came a knee-jerk sort of loyalty.
Right then, he was too drained to argue.
"Lovely," he murmured, and shook his head. "Well, either way, that won't be happening. You getting hurt, I mean. I'll figure something out."
He glanced over at her. "I do hope you don't plan on hogging the bed."