R’le’s gaze face when T’kar looked at it was something between ‘why do I have to deal with this’ and ‘what have I done’ for expression. At least he didn’t have to worry about not having alcohol in his system to deal with this, he totally, totally did. More proof that alcohol was the cause of and the cure for, a lot of life’s problems. However he continued to move Lithena, got her into bed before she could get up and into more trouble. He got her into bed, and she seemed to be mostly settling down. At least not pointing and laughing so that was a plus. Once she was in he scratched his head to look at the whole situation. Well it seemed good enough, he’d gotten a few pillows under her head so she wasn’t lying completely flat. Just in case. Otherwise, it was fine.
That done, he turned around and spotted Rilora looking a little unsteady. He opened his mouth before she spoke, and he closed it. A second later he registered what was going on and he raised an eyebrow. Then he smiled, very slowly. Oh? What was this now? A bit of a switch from two seconds ago, and one he would gladly take.
Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Jan 12, 2015 13:39:26 GMT -8
T’kar bit his lip as Rilora wobbled into him. He was not well enough rested to deal with this. Not at all. She stuttered out a “hi”, she hadn’t let go of him. He braced a little as she tried to right herself, so that she had something to push and pull against. It didn’t work though, and she quickly slumped. Even before she asked, T’kar reached out, catching her gently.
“Hold on,” he said, carefully straightening her out. His heart twisted. He wanted, oh desperately wanted to hold her, carry her, simply to be with her. The knowledge that he couldn’t be was a knife in his gut, one that would twist and slice even more when he inevitably had to leave. He should leave now, it would hurt less overall if he did. He couldn’t though, because to be here, able to interact if only briefly on a level deeper than acquaintance was worth every pain.
How can even agony be this sweet?
“You need a hand getting back,” he asked softly, face softening further. “Stairs aren’t the easiest when you’re unsteady.” He smiled a little at the end, a slight quirk of his lips, ignoring R’le’s eyebrow.
The Brennawen sisters made it to their respective beds, with more than a little help from T'kar and R'le. After mornings of regretful headaches, Rilora was determined to never do that again. Lithena was scanning her calendar for the next opening.