A few replies ran through Sebastian's head, but he made the concerted decision and effort to say nothing in the moment. What good would it do anyway? Aoife went beyond stubborn when she was drunk like this.
When the Wicked Grace game was mentioned, he winced.
Sebastian let out a chuckle.
When the Wicked Grace game was mentioned, he winced.
In my defense, I never agreed to strip Grace.He shrugged, not that it would get him far. She'd still blame him, there was no getting around that. And sure, he supposed he could shoulder that blame.
Aoife, I didn't leave you in that cell. You did something and I came as soon as I was informed. You cannot blame me for that.Maker, the way she looked made his heart clench a moment. Until he reminded himself she was seeking pity. After all, short of sprinting, he'd have arrived no faster. Pity for what, however, he wasn't entirely sure. After all, it came as a massive shock for him to even see she was here, of all places.
Sebastian let out a chuckle.
You are the furthest thing form sober.As if that had been what she meant. He eyed the ale in her hand, though, wheels turning in his head. Ideally, he'd get it out of her hands and not return it. But then, there were consequences to consider. Though he did have options.
Fine.He slid the flagon out of her hand, but stepped away without taking a drink.
Tofa?Thankfully, the pandalope was lurking nearby - as she often did - scurrying over and taking the prize out of his grasp. She hopped up his arm to perch on his shoulder, peering quizzically at Aoife.
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