By the time Esialeth got back to her room to change, she realized her eyes were still crusty and gross from sleep. She sighed. Of course. At least hardly anyone was there to play witness, save for Seth.
She hastily washed her face. Esialeth had stayed up until three last night just to unpack her belongings; her bag was just wide enough that she could stuff just about anything inside. Unfortunately, that also meant that as long as something fit through the top, it was inside. It also explained the shoulder pain. She found at least twenty books, a journal, a pendant, a teddy bear, and...some potted plants? She remembers admiring the skill of the bag maker and fixing up the plants for a while.
...she doesn't remember falling asleep, although she supposed she must have, if she was feeling well-rested now. Perhaps it was the bed, perhaps it was the bath. Or maybe it was relief. Relief at finally finding a stable place to stay, relief at finding sanctum from her family. Hmm. She pushed those thoughts away.
She grinned to herself in the mirror, admiring the black sleeveless dress that showed off her new tattoo. And hid the spot where she burned one off.
Humming a happy tune to herself, she strolled back downstairs to the guild hall.
"Hi, Seth! Hey, wait up! Wait—where are you going? The docks are the other way!"
Seeing his face for the first time that day, she understood.
Although his magic masked most of his tiredness, she could tell that his compplexion seemed grayer than usual, and his movements were stilted, as if he was a marionette. As she got closer, she could detect somethingon his breath—alcohol, which was normal, but—odella? Dear god. That stuff was deadly. And on occasion, passport officials would give drug tests. If he looked like that, the would definitely give drug tests.
Esialeth had no choice but to drag him back to their apartment so she could brew an antidote. And get new clothes.
wc: 340, 504 total (oops)