"I wish you had consulted me." Numair tapped the rim of his glass, watching the way firelight settled against the dark liquid within.
George sighed, "I know you are close but, to be honest, it didn't concern you. You're a good team, but she's more than independent and you won't always be needed in the same place."
"Being needed elsewhere is one thing, but you know how dangerous this work is." He gripped the glass, jaw clenched.
"More than anyone. That's why I sent someone I knew could handle it." There was just a hint of steel in his voice. Just a hint usually went a long way for someone who was almost always genial. Usually. "Numair, the fact of the matter is her abilities give her unparalleled access. We'd never be able to get someone else in there. It's too remote."
Numair sighed, shaking his head. "George, we've known each a long time now and I've trusted you with a lot. You know how valuable our friendship is to me, right?"
"Of course," the older man's voice softened. "As yours does me."
"Good," Numair downed his drink and set the glass on the table with a clink as he rose, "because I want you to be very aware of that fact when I tell you that if she dies alone I will hold you personally responsible."