His silence was rather deafening, and was a confirmation to her idea that he wasn’t okay with her suggestion. Not fully, at least. But she didn’t mind the risk, it was her job, she put herself in unnecessary danger every single time she stepped foot out of the ‘protection’ of the walls around her small town. She was staring into the fire, her arms crossed over her chest as she had a silent mental debate with herself. She needed to kill the huntsmen, and she wanted to do it herself. However, she knew that was a bit of a stupid idea, and she shook her head. All she wanted was revenge on Oliver, that’s all she wanted.<br/><br/>She looked up when she felt arms around her torso, relaxing back into his arms, her fingers running over his smooth skin. “I understand that it’s a risk, and that you may not want me to do that but...it will work, it’s the only for sure we have. If it’s the same huntsmen that killed Gregor he’s been here awhile, he won’t stop until he fulfilled his contract with him.” She turned around once he let go, standing in front of him. “Whether we like it or not... I think that’s our best bet.” She admitted. She understood his reluctance, but she wasn’t going to sit around and hope that this monster returned home, no way. She moved to the counter next to him, hopping into it, her legs dangling off the edge. “You’ll be there, I’ll be safe.” She cupped his cheek, letting him stand between her legs so she could face him easier.<br/><br/>“Okay, that makes sense but... if I can go I would really like to. We should be able to find the others, easy.” She agreed with a nod, leaning back slightly on her hands. His eyes were soft as he looked to her— it made her heart jump. She ran a hand over his shoulder, nearly ready to lean down, but that was when there was a knock on the door. She jumped, clearing her throat and turning her attention to the entrance as it opened. A boy, a bit younger than her with golden blonde hair opened the door. His eyes went from Carson, to Malia, and back again before he cleared his throat.<br/><br/>“Uh.. they’re burying Oliver in a bit... just though I’d let you know.” He mumbled, his voice grief ridden. She nodded, sighing and running a hand down her face.<br/><br/>“Thanks, I’ll be up in a bit.” She nodded, watching as he turned and left. She turned to Carson once more. “We can plan all this after I deal With that.”