let's not dance around the issue

Mercury was slowing his gait, completing his morning run when he saw the form of Wren. He paused, turning to her when she spoke. Her voice was surprisingly accusatory. He came to a complete stop and blinked at her. It was clear he had no idea what she was on about. “Tell me… what?” he asked. Keeping his voice niiiice and calm for the crazy lady.

“Are you drunk?” he asked, leaning forward to sniff her breath as she accused him of laughing at her. Her voice got a little wobbly as she admitted how hard she was trying. She had to be drunk, surely? He wasn’t sure he had ever seen her lose control like this. Had the healer given her something strong, perhaps? “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Why don’t we take a seat on the nice beach, and you can tell me all about it?” he asked, eyeing her with concern.


"Speech"