"I think now I will always remember you during that time of year."
Seree cannot help but to bump their shoulder to his ever so slightly, very gentle and hardly more than a brush of flesh on flesh, as the last thing they want is to send him sprawling, but it is still a playful gesture nonetheless as humor curls at their lips.
"And yet you don't even know my name."
The comment is teasing, playful. It is an oversight on his part, but they take no offense as they have not asked the same. In common courtesy, both would have been considered rude. But this was a party, and Seree Quyi was rarely one to care as it was. A smile and an action spoke more about a person than a name ever could. A name was simply a sound that would allow one to draw the attention of another by indicating exactly to whom one spoke, overall, it meant little in the grand scheme of things. One could change a name a thousand times and still be the same person in the end. So they made their comment with only humor in their heart.
"I'm..."
They tilted their head, smiling invitingly as they looked at him, wondering what he had to say. A name, or to keep this game of seasons going. After all, perhaps saying that they were the moment between spring and summer said far more about their nature than any comment collection of syllables used to indicate their presence.
"I'm winter."
They think for a moment to ask what it is he means, before finding the bottle once more returned to their lips. They waste little time in grasping it with their own magic, releasing him from the efforts of doing so and tilting it back to take another swig. They shook it lightly as they lowered it down, close to empty, but with a few mouthfuls left. Besides, there was always more, this was a party after all.
More words draw their attention away from the fermented liquid.
"I don't know if I'm imagining you."
A light laugh bubbles from their lips, not mocking in any capacity. Such was not their way.
"Well, I should certainly hope not. Otherwise my patients are being treated by a figment of the imagination, and I rather think ghosts and made up stories aren't the best at healing, it needs the touch of the living and real, don't you agree?"
They paused, tilting their head, a contemplative look crossing their features.
"Of course, I have heard it said that 'laughter is the best medicine'. So maybe sometimes made up stories can be good healers, if they promote healing in their own way."
They tapped the rim of the bottle against their lips in thought, before shrugging and simply continuing to smile. Even if it was so, stories couldn't stop someone from bleeding out. So in the end, they were still needed to treat, and still most certainly needed to be real to do so.
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OOC: Did someone ask for another horrible delay? xD
