[seasonal event] blindsided

"I always am." He replied with a coy grin and a tilt of his head. Though it was hardly a difficult observation to make right now. If one wasn't upset from the events of Longnight one had to be made of stone at this point. Bastien was frankly amazed that the naturals here had not all gone insane from having to deal with so much death every winter. Rexanna did want him to take her to the back room, so he stood up with her; then saw how much she struggled and held out a hand to steady her. He hadn't intended the shot to be that strong. He wondered if he had built up too much of a tolerance for alcohol in his years of substance abuse partying. Either way, he took Rexanna's hand with his other and guided her slowly to the back. Once they made it to the storerooms he set her to sit against a crate and set about finding blankets and soft things to make up a makeshift bed. There was a room with beds, yes, but he had promised her solitude and those were always in demand. Here she could be alone without much interruption and he could watch over her for a while (he did not consider her solitude would also mean a break from him). When he had made enough of an area he gestured to it. "Here, try this. Tell me if it is to your liking." Bastien Push back, push back, push back, With every word and every breath. What god doesn't give to you, You've got to go and get for yourself.