She's got the devil's eyes
This meeting is long in coming, no doubt, though the source from which it is arranged does come as something of a surprise. Of course, she had placed her trust in Jesper when she had given her blessing upon Leilan handing over the reins of the northernmost territory, and she has no reason to believe that trust misplaced. She had long ago come to the conclusion that Jesper is a very capable stallion. Brennen’s trust bolsters her own, and he had successfully defended Icicle Isle on more than one occasion.
As far as she is concerned, he had earned the benefit of the doubt. Though her trust, and the freedom that comes along with it, is often a double-edged blade, Jesper had thus far handled himself admirably.
And so, when he arrives in Nerine, purpose in his step and the subsequent arrival of Castile on his heels, Heartfire meets them with cool amiability, any comments she might have made well within check. She’d much prefer to hear their reasons for coming without prompting from her anyway. And what part they expected her to play in this particular scene.
Whether she would play it or not however, remains to be discovered.
“Jesper,” she greets, her tone friendly despite the neutrality of the greeting. Her gaze shifts to Castile then, sharp and assessing, giving little away as to her thoughts regarding this little tête-à-tête. She offers him much the same she had offered Jesper, her simple greeting giving away as much as the chill blue of her eyes. “Castile”
and they'll cut you like a weapon