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Miserable Welsh princess still inna main bar. She has, however, managed to move from the bar itself to a couch. Stairs, on the other hand, are out of the question.

She's either very hungover, or still drunk. Cywyllog doesn't really know, but she's not freezing anymore, so that's progress. Bother at will.

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"I- " He shakes his head and laughs weakly. Doing anything other than laughing right now, would be far worse. "I only just woke up, myself. I cannot say for certain."

"You smell like alcohol."
No the better time to get started.

"No. -Someone else." He mutters almost immediately, shaking his head again.

She blinks again. She's having a little trouble following all that and he's confusing enough on the best of days.

"I drank wine." Because the alcohol part, she does understand.

He wrinkles is nose in mild disgust, because it rarely smells good on anyone else, and because he remembers the drink from last night.

"Was there some reason, besides holiday celebration?" Yes, he is that naive, or at least self centered enough not to notice other peoples angst when he's got his own.

"Yule was days ago. I just felt like it." She sits up slowly and shrugs. "No special reason."

"How much have you had, for no special reason?" He asks bemusedly.

"An entire cask, from the smell and look of things." He may be exaggerating, yes.
But he cannot really help the senses being better now.

"Just a bottle. I fell asleep down here." Another shrug and then she frowns, remembering her conversation with the strange woman.

"I should have stayed outside."

"Outside? Non, it is cold out there." He frowns as well. "You should have stayed in your room, perhaps."

"I had to come down here to get the bottle." That should be obvious.

"And yes, it was very cold. There was a storm, too. I think I left my cloak where I was sitting on it." She sighs. "I will have to go get it later."

"And you did not return to your room with the bottle, or after you came back inside." He shrugs. "This is the matter I do not understand, but very well, I would not care to get drunk alone either."

He'd prefer to get drunk with Satan, clearly.

"I wanted to go outside." She doesn't understand what is so diffult about that to comprehend. "And I get drunk alone quite often."

Why do you care? Why not at least make an attempt? Only a month after all.

He stands again and turns away, because he can't, wont bring himself to consider it until he must.

"Then perhaps that is a problem you should deal with. It is not wise."

"Why? It is not like I have anything better to do and it is a bar after all." She slumps a little in her seat.

"Because there is no one to protect you, if it leads you to foolish choices."
And as if to prove that point, he walks away.

May not be able to protect her, but if he avoids her, he wont be the one to break her.

She snorts softly and watches him go.

"There is nothing I need protection from."

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