August speaks of safe winds and does a toast for Isra, but Morrighan just scowls at her drink before taking another long sip. There's no doubt that she wants her to be safe and to come back in one piece, but she will still hold on to that bitterness. She's too stubborn and prideful not to.The Regent isn't sure what she was expecting to hear from the man when she asked about Raum again. The fact he has no news is not entirely surprising given how irresponsible he's proven himself to be. Although, if he speaks the truth of Raum's name never being mentioned back in Solterra, that could be surprising. Maybe the Court has learned their lesson and have washed away every trace of him. One could hope, anyway.
She's not sure how she should feel about their new King. She's heard some things about him in passing and he at least hasn't done anything to harm Denocte yet. What August says then is true, he's so far done well at keeping the peace. Morr knows all too well though that they can't make themselves vulnerable. Peace is comforting, but it doesn't last forever.
Plus, the man still hasn't explained the full story of why he came back all battered and bruised. Did he get in the middle of something he shouldn't have and now their peace will be disrupted because of it? She will forever be skeptical, but will log all of this in her brain for later in case she needs someone to blame.
"No," she replies, taking another sip of her drink. It doesn't seem to sit well when it goes down her throat. "Not yet anyway." She shoots him a side glance as if in warning to not bring whatever bad luck he had in Solterra back here.
Morrighan is about to take another sip in hopes of feeling buzzed soon, but hesitates as her stomach seems to have other plans. She can't seem to fight off the nausea that's been building since this morning. The last thing she wants to do is throw up in front of August and the rest of those gathered in this bar.
Taking a deep breath, she chugs the rest of her drink down and the glass lands with a loud clunk. "Thanks for the drink." The Regent avoids August's gaze as she stands up to leave because she's not quite sure how much time she has before puking. "Clean yourself up," she orders him. "And I suggest you avoid getting the shit beaten out of you from now on."
With that, the Regent heads out of the bar, pushing past a couple making googly eyes in the way of the door. It actually makes her more nauseous, but she's at least able to keep her composure until she's successfully left the building. She rushes around to an alleyway before anyone happens to notice her.
@August I figured we could end this here, but I'd love to thread them again sometime <3
