hope when you take that jump / you don't fear the fall

She glanced at him, ignoring the offer of his hand for a final lingering look at Ema. Megara took in an obvious breath, Fine, fingers turning and magic fading back to the fringes of her mind. Vines unwound themselves, the composition of them returning to dust as they crumbled away.

I think I want wine. Which meant she wanted to go home. Sitting in the Mess would feel all too exposing, her mask not quite up to the task of schooling her features as well as Nairn could. The sobbing began to wane on her earlier pity and Meg finally reached for his arm though held it instead of letting her arm slide around it. Best if you take her, or get someone to, don’t think you can trust she’ll get herself there in her state.

She’d squeeze his arm, reassuring him she’d be fine if he couldn’t take her himself. I’ll see you at home, promise.

@Nairn Neirdre