[ Y'tajha watches the door open with a small smile, although the expression quickly becomes one of confusion when she sees him amidst all the books and maps, a cup of what smells distinctly like wine in one hand and his staff in the other. He looks a little more unkempt than normal, besides.
When he speaks, she shakes her head and crosses the floor towards him, her expression softening into a smile. ]
Not silly. But... should I be concerned?
[ After all, most would not exactly consider alone time with books and wine to be a vacation. A cry for help, perhaps. But certainly not a vacation. Especially when...
She frowns as her brain pieces it together without her: the text messages, slip ups and all, requesting she stay away; the cup in his hand; the smell of wine in the air. ]
no subject
When he speaks, she shakes her head and crosses the floor towards him, her expression softening into a smile. ]
Not silly. But... should I be concerned?
[ After all, most would not exactly consider alone time with books and wine to be a vacation. A cry for help, perhaps. But certainly not a vacation. Especially when...
She frowns as her brain pieces it together without her: the text messages, slip ups and all, requesting she stay away; the cup in his hand; the smell of wine in the air. ]
Seven hells. Are you drunk?