Wolfe's right that Amelia would prefer to follow Chris home, though she suspects in his current state, her partner couldn't do so safely and she will not leave him alone. All she can do now is accept Chris at his word and allow the man to go on his way. She trusts him, and that will be enough to carry them until the morning when they're all somewhat recovered.
"One when you get back to the Hollow too, if you please." She offers Chris a wry smile before withdrawing, taking Wolfe's hand between both of hers to offer him something steady to hold. "Rest well, Chris. We'll talk again on the morrow."
She lets the cleric retreat first, watching his form disappear from view before she finally releases a breath she'd held for fear of things falling further apart. It's not an ideal situation now, but it's what they have. There's nothing more to it than that.
Squeezing the cool hand in hers, she turns her smile up to the mage, worry more freely written in her face now. "You look tired," she murmurs, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Let me take you home, then we'll get cleaned up and find something to eat before bed, all right?"
There's no real space given for him to dissent as her feet are already on the move, leading them toward Shadows' Rest. Aloïs will have to forgive the mess they'll leave in the larger of their bathrooms, because she already knows everything they're wearing will be left across the floor. The first real victim to all the violence they committed today.
She's quiet the rest of the way to the house, eyes focused on every shadow and corner they pass to keep watch for any who might stop them. The trip is thankfully quiet, a blessing of the hour. Once they're inside, up the stairs, and into the bathroom, she finally breaks her silence as she takes his face between both hands and truly looks him over. Dreams, he's a mess, all the ice from before gone, a mirror of her own dampened fire. It makes her frown softly, but it's not what she remarks on when she speaks.
"How are you feeling? I thought I lost you for a moment when Chris found us."
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"One when you get back to the Hollow too, if you please." She offers Chris a wry smile before withdrawing, taking Wolfe's hand between both of hers to offer him something steady to hold. "Rest well, Chris. We'll talk again on the morrow."
She lets the cleric retreat first, watching his form disappear from view before she finally releases a breath she'd held for fear of things falling further apart. It's not an ideal situation now, but it's what they have. There's nothing more to it than that.
Squeezing the cool hand in hers, she turns her smile up to the mage, worry more freely written in her face now. "You look tired," she murmurs, reaching up to caress his cheek. "Let me take you home, then we'll get cleaned up and find something to eat before bed, all right?"
There's no real space given for him to dissent as her feet are already on the move, leading them toward Shadows' Rest. Aloïs will have to forgive the mess they'll leave in the larger of their bathrooms, because she already knows everything they're wearing will be left across the floor. The first real victim to all the violence they committed today.
She's quiet the rest of the way to the house, eyes focused on every shadow and corner they pass to keep watch for any who might stop them. The trip is thankfully quiet, a blessing of the hour. Once they're inside, up the stairs, and into the bathroom, she finally breaks her silence as she takes his face between both hands and truly looks him over. Dreams, he's a mess, all the ice from before gone, a mirror of her own dampened fire. It makes her frown softly, but it's not what she remarks on when she speaks.
"How are you feeling? I thought I lost you for a moment when Chris found us."