Good Comes With The Bad

Briar giggled as she made her way into the castle and began carefully picking her way up the stairs, half keeping herself upright and trying to keep Art upright at the same time. She had gone mostly easy on the wine tonight, just enough to be throughly tipsy, but as tended to happen at any Hallows function she and her husband throughly enjoyed themselves. The "festivities" were sure not to end there if she knew her husband at all so she was fully expecting to be stumbling right into bed as soon as she managed to get Artorias back to their room. They swayed together as they made their way down the corridor, already sharing kisses and affections before they even pushed the door to their chamber open.

However, as soon as Briar stepped into the room she glanced toward the fireplace and realized the fire was already going despite them being gone for most of the day. Her grin faded with confusion and then her turquoise gaze landed on the curled up caramel and white striped form of her sister in law. "Bowen?" she questioned with a combination of confusion, excitement, and concern. She had missed Bowen's return so it was a genuine surprise that she was here now, but she certainly hadn't expected to find her in their bedroom at this time of night. Her drunkenness and original intentions for their evening briefly forgotten, she went over to Bowen's side. "What are you doing all alone in here? You could have at least laid on the bed, silly," she questioned, some humor and some of her tipsiness still slipping through. Settling down onto the rug beside her she added, "Is everything alright?"

"Briar Carpathius"