dinner and a surprise

Romulus had been in the middle of passing the bottle of wine over to Lillith to sample when Syanna's voice disrupted them from their own private little world. The young male turned to look at the vixen-furred fae with confusion in his silver eyes. Why was she so concerned about him offering a drink to his girlfriend? They'd both been drinking before their second birthdays, this was nothing new. And what did she mean by "her condition"? As far as he knew, Lillith's medical issues weren't exacerbated by alcohol, at least not from what he'd seen. Turning a confused glance to Lillith, who also apparently had no idea what the seasoned healer was talking about and looked equally as befuddled as he felt.

"What do you mean?" he asked Syanna, shooting a cautious, wary glance to the woman that had interrupted their romantic dinner. "Her condition has been getting better every season. She's never had issues drinking before." Roman had half a mind to just tell Syanna to mind her own business, but wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt that maybe he was missing something.

"Speech"