No Shame in This Walk

Lia rose quietly, tidying up her bedding as Art and Briar staggered in. Her eyes lit up in surprise at seeing the familiar face of her Master, before looking across fondly at her Mistress. Art tucked her in, and Lia ensured something soft was bundled under her pillow. Smelling the alcohol on them, she also placed a container of water beside Briar for when she woke.

As Art departed the den, Lia quietly followed after him. Assuming her hungover Mistress would not need her for some time. “There is nothing to forgive, My Lord” she assured him. “I’ll ensure she has everything she needs when she wakes.” she had seen snappy hungover Masters before. Somehow, she didn’t think Briar would be anything like the worst of them. “Would you like some stew before you head on your way, My Lord?”