Wha -- ? [...Fast retreat there. She's about to turn back to Dhaos when it finally clicks that she had been pretty much staring at Dhaos. She ought to fix that, and does so by putting her face in her hands.]
No, Grune.
[Wait. The way Dhaos said that implies that he was in Grune's room. She looks up quickly.] What a -- ?! [...Okay, looking up is a bad idea. Returning to initial state. She doesn't finish her question, though, as she remembers waking up in someone else's bed when she stopped being bitty herself.]
Fenimore will drink in the safety of her own room, stigmas against drinking alone be damned.
Wha -- ? [...Fast retreat there. She's about to turn back to Dhaos when it finally clicks that she had been pretty much staring at Dhaos. She ought to fix that, and does so by putting her face in her hands.]
No, Grune.
[Wait. The way Dhaos said that implies that he was in Grune's room. She looks up quickly.] What a -- ?! [...Okay, looking up is a bad idea. Returning to initial state. She doesn't finish her question, though, as she remembers waking up in someone else's bed when she stopped being bitty herself.]