lanselos_du_lac

Gideon doesn't have another drink to take, and shouldn't get one. It's getting late, and they've been talking a long time; usually she'd take this opportunity to excuse herself. But she'd moved her mattress off her bed into Tally's room, and she doesn't relish the thought of either moving it back, sleeping in there without her, or crashing in some random unclaimed room on a bare mattress without even her tiny modicum of personal stuff. So she waits, running her fingertips over the top of the bar, to see if he's going to add anything else.