I Was Drinking With Cupid

She had expected to be left waiting for a while, but when the time ticked over past the three hour mark Meg’s foot had begun to tap. Concern filled her gut before annoyance, anger that she’d been left abandoned at an expensive location. Lateness she expected but a no-show raised concerns spiralling when she saw Danny walking through the restaurant towards her. Her back straightened, taut with tension until the lad explained, gaze finding Ruth following though his drunken weaving between the tables did nothing but infuriate her.

Hauling the healer by the scruff of the neck, Megara instructed Danny to take her home to Nairn, all while interrogating the still high Ruth over this supposed ‘accident’. Danny led the way, quietly thankful he didn’t understand the vicious way Meg snapped at Ruth in Dalish, unnerved by the complete shift in her normally sweet character. By the time they had made it through the Eluvian she had him by the ear, chastising him and ordering Danny he was in charge of the fool and she’d make her own way home. Her stern look was enough that the Coterie lad didn’t offer an argument, quickly taking Ruth off her hands and to the dorms to sleep off the night's events.

In the short walk it took from the Eluvian to the door she had already prepared a number of healing spells, mentally checked where her supplies were and the sustaining ward if his heart was failing. Nairn!? Ma Vhenan!? calling as she pushed through the doorway into the hallway. The door fell closed behind her as hands went to pull off the shawl wrapped around her shoulders, searching every corner for him until landing on his resting form on the couch.

Seeing his chest rise and fall Meg felt she could breathe again, sighing heavily and reaching to steady herself on the doorframe. 

What were you and that idiot up to? Ruth was far too gone to be of any use, so explain yourself!

ooc: Dress