redwhaling: icon: <user name=dragonshoard> (003; this city’s like a jungle)
𝔹𝕀𝕃𝕃𝕀𝔼 π•ƒπ•Œβ„π•‚ ([personal profile] redwhaling) wrote in [community profile] usir 2019-05-20 02:24 pm (UTC)

Billie only stirs briefly from stupor she's fallen into β€” having settled into just staring off into the distance with one hand laid across Red's back β€” to accept the mug. While she does seriously consider getting up to find that whiskey, that just ends with a slight shake of her head. The effort isn't worth it.

As for the dragonet, he's settled down by now, though he does cheep at Daud as he joins them, which will be the only sound apart from the handful of crickets still chirping away in the pre-dawn hours, at least for a little while. She settles on staring down into the tea instead of off towards the city, waiting for it to cool some. She may not suffer from the scale's heat magic but she's already learned that doesn't necessarily protect her from other heat sources, like, you know, hot tea.

What the hell is she even supposed to say after the last few days? Mulling that over is the cause of her silence, trying to put words in some semblance of order, looking for an explanation that might alleviate the worst of this...

Only there is none. That's the answer she comes to every time, so, she settles on the unavoidable.

"I really screwed up out there," she say at last, voice rough from either dryness or illness or both all at once.

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