eyes can't shine unless there's something burning bright behind
Aurelia sinks into the table, which is warm to the touch and makes her flinch a little, but she's too fatigued to really resist the temptation to just... collapse in a messy heap. The cling of the drinks against the table in front of her causes her to lift her head up, part her hands, and glance up towards Wessex with a rather depressed expression. She hates getting sick. Tough hunter fighter type, and it's the one kind of physical pain in the world that turns her into a pile of shit.
"Thanks..." she mutters hoarsely, sipping at the water for the moment though her eyes do draw towards the whiskey temptatively. The numbing burn of it sounds like a better cure, if she's honest, than something healthy and lame like water. But she knows it's better, so she nurses the glass.
Wessex's extended hands surprise her, and at first the offer almost doesn't make sense. But... maybe she has a point. So, with hesitant glances between her hands and that stoic-looking face of hers, Aurelia slowly presses her hands into Wessex's palms. She lets out a sigh through gritted teeth and slouches against the table.
She's quiet for a few moments, looking a little guilty. She feels bad for being such an inconvenience to her, seems like an important sort of person. "Thank you for helping me... twice, now," she offers a half-smile, "you didn't have to."
"Did I hear that right? You're.. a queen?" Her brows arch, uncertain of what that really means here in Caido. She's referring to the murmurings of other people in the establishment as they regarded the two's arrival - and the way Wessex addressed the bartender.
"Thanks..." she mutters hoarsely, sipping at the water for the moment though her eyes do draw towards the whiskey temptatively. The numbing burn of it sounds like a better cure, if she's honest, than something healthy and lame like water. But she knows it's better, so she nurses the glass.
Wessex's extended hands surprise her, and at first the offer almost doesn't make sense. But... maybe she has a point. So, with hesitant glances between her hands and that stoic-looking face of hers, Aurelia slowly presses her hands into Wessex's palms. She lets out a sigh through gritted teeth and slouches against the table.
She's quiet for a few moments, looking a little guilty. She feels bad for being such an inconvenience to her, seems like an important sort of person. "Thank you for helping me... twice, now," she offers a half-smile, "you didn't have to."
"Did I hear that right? You're.. a queen?" Her brows arch, uncertain of what that really means here in Caido. She's referring to the murmurings of other people in the establishment as they regarded the two's arrival - and the way Wessex addressed the bartender.
Aurelia
