Empty Bottle

AURELIA

and my hands aren't clean
maybe they never will be

As he stirred against her touch, waking up without opening his eyes, challenging her threat, a fond expression softened her surface. "Aye," she smirked, poking fun at his accent again. It was then that he turned to face her, one groggy eye opening, and she leaned back a bit to look down at his shining hair, at the dawn light that illuminated the depth of his one, open eye. His dazed question makes her smile grow into a playful grin, because she does have an answer. And it's a good one.

But she's a little embarrassed at the same time, so she turned away from his touch - much as she liked it - and sat back up. Only able to see him through her peripheral, she said, "Nowhere..." She plopped the canteen in front of him without facing him still. She figured he'd need some water. Aurelia hadn't been much of a drinker before Caido but, after it... well, she'd found out pretty quick that alcohol was very dehydrating.

"I got you something," she admitted, shoulders relaxing as she grabbed the small burlap bag and turned back towards him. She set it in her lap and prefaced opening it with a cautionary statement, "I didn't know what kind of fruit you liked the best," she plucked an orange from inside the bag, examining it. Next came a papaya, and then grapefruit, and a whole other assortment of fruits - all of which were sent rolling over towards him before he could tell her to stop, wait, hold on a second. "So..."

Aurelia stopped at the grapes, though, plucking one off the vine for herself, "I got you all of them. Well, I think, anyway..." The grape ascended up to her lips and was quickly eaten, and then she raised her brows to look over at him. A mischievous look was all that held back her laughter.

but they can still carry you home
when you're ready to sleep