Shared Misery

He was reluctant to let her crawl past him. She was warm and comfortable and he was almost snug enough to sleep off the last of the lingering effects of the alcohol. But alas, io was in healer/sister mode and he knew there was no topping her. He shuffled over to give her room to pass, and let his head lay against the cool wood of her cottage deck as he waited for her to return.

He had half nodded off when she returned, laying on top of the piles, near him, as she delivered her medicine. He obligingly drank one, and then the other, downing them in short order. “Ha!” he snorted in surprise amused at her words, almost losing the last mouthful of water. “Maybe not tonight, I’m sure the Armada dosen’t want a drunk at its head” he teased. “We should sneak out, and go on a hunt, instead” he was too much enjoying his time with his sister to suggest heading their own ways for the night.