Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::It wasn't long before Cor had the glass of iced tea prepared and ready for consumption, and that out of the way, he quietly pulled up a stool to the back edge of the bar on the tender side and slid into it, doing his best not to disturb the others. At least, before Kacey's request. She received a quick nod in the affirmative and he was back out and moving to the room ledgers and vacancy lists. Only moments gone before he was holding up a jingling key. Curious eyes took in Lerida's state.::
Corlanthis Wystansayr: Might it not be better for to have someone with her, though?
Lerida: ::Her eyes looked hard at Corlanthis; she was bitter to have want of anyone. But tonight she knew she needed it. If only for presence::
Lerida: ::but she said not a word and looked at her hand holding Stitch's, and then sidelong to Kacilla, her tired eyes, her sleep-tossed hair::
Mischief: -An ear redirected toward Cor and he looked up at Leri. Brows lifted and he suggested quietly..- I cin stay wiff yeh iffin yeh wan'. I'll sleep on th' floor.
Kacilla Lynne: ::quick glance over at the clatter, and she pauses before she answers Cor slowly, her normally smooth contralto raw with all the smoke of earlier, and very soft as she takes the key:: You... might be right. But I'll offer the room, anyway. She should have the choice. But while you're back there, I would really appreciate a mug of hot tea, if you would?
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Lerida's gaze noticed and met for an instant before Kacey's next request drew his attention her way.:: Mm. ::nod:: Certainly. ::the vacant room key was set to the bartop, so that if it was deemed neccessary, it was within easy reach. And then Cor was turning again and moving to fix a fresh pot of hot tea.::
Lerida: ::Eyes watched the key, dingle dangle in the air:: "I'll take the spare room", a lift of lowered lashes to Kacilla:: "I'll maybe stay here a couple nights, wouldn't want to put you out of a room", a crooked smile, and she sat up straight, moving her nails along Stitch's forearm as she thought over it:: "Bring up some hot chocolate", in this smile her teeth appeared, and she nodded to his kind gesture, and then looked to Cor, reaching a hand out, fingers unfurling from her palm like new leaves, l
Lerida: eaving nail-marks in her skin:: "I'll have the room a few nights, if you could", her tone was firm, her eyes insistant::
Mischief: -A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he looked up at her. Her hand was released as she stood, and moments later he was following her to the bar. Not just to follow, no..to get that hot chocolate.-
Kacilla Lynne: ::she pads over to Leri with the key dangling loosely from her hand, placing it in Leri's open palm and curling her fingers around it with a gentle squeeze from calloused hands:: Not to worry about it, if you needed to stay. But since there is room... ::she shrugs:: Well, I'll be just down the hall for another few nights, at least, or down here. More likely down here. ::she smiles a bit at that, self-deprecating humor::
Lerida: ::Her movements were slow but deliberate. She stood in the bar, the draught whipping her loose dress easily, her naked body beneath, but for her panties, clearly seen in the tavern light. She was like a ghost of a woman, barely here:: "I'm goin' to head to the room...", she stared at Cor, then at Kacilla, smiling faintly to her words, as she grasped the key, and then bowed her head, and moved for the staircase and up into the dark::
Mischief: -The jackal returned minutes later with the cup of hot chocolate atop a new saucer and a glass of water in the other hand. Hm. How ever did that happen? He looked from Cor to Kacilla, his ears pushed forward in question.- ..Wha' room was i'?
Corlanthis Wystansayr: ::Cor had missed the second look, as his back had been turned to Leri during the tea-making, only catching her now as she stood at the bar and began moving towards the stairs. A few blinks as he watched her and then remembered what he'd been about in the first place and had Kacey's mug of tea placed to the bartop before her, steaming away. A bowl of sugar was pulled out from under the bar and placed next to it.::
Lerida: ::a last glance over her shoulder for Kacilla; she wanted to embrace her, to say something, anything, but she felt absent, distracted. The suffocating darkness of the landing encroaching the further down the hall she came, till she reached room 11, and unlocked the door, and headed in. Inside, she padded over for the bed, and sat at its end. A hand moved down a lithesome, warm leg to massage it, a nervous gesture, her eyes half open as she stared at the carpet, musing::
Kacilla Lynne: ::she watches Leri go with that slight smile turning to a frown, but makes no move to follow, not yet - she has the unmistable feeling that the thick glass that's holding her safe at the moment would shatter with Leri's resonating tenseness - and turns back to Cor and the tea now on the bar, her hands wrapping around the hot mug gratefully:: Thank you. I can't seem to get warm the past couple of days.
Kacilla Lynne: ::she blinks, belatedly catching Stitch's question, and answers quietly:: Eleven. She needs the company.
Lerida: ::Thoughtfully, she looked to the door, open a nudge for Stitch. Her heart raced, for different reasons, and than found a 4/4 beat again::
Mischief: -He gave a dip of his maw, not acknowledging the delayed reaction as he normally would.- Thanks.. -And so, the jackal and the lady's hot choclate and water went for the stairs. He trudged up them and quietly headed down the hall, pushing the door open gently with a shoulder when he found the correct room. His head peeked in first, and then the rest of him slipped in. A foot kicked the door closed before he went to place the beverages on the bedside table.-
Lerida: ::Looking over a shoulder she followed his movements with hooded eyes, which widened at the clink of the glass and the mug. She crawled across the bed, to the table, and lay across her side, propped up with a hand, and took the glass of water, closing her eyes to drink it::
Lerida: "No hot chocolate for you?, it was what she had meant, and her eyes found his, searching them madly. She absently placed the glass down, just touching its bottom to the bedside table, and sat up on her knees, hands flat on her thighs, and stared upon him::
Mischief: -He gave a meek smirk..- Nae, no' a big ho' chocola'e drinker.. 'ave some if yeh wan', though.. Brough' i' fer yew, really. -He sat on the edge of the bed, then leaned back on his elbows..watching her quite intently.-
Lerida: ::She returned the smirk, despite the mood of panic, and took the mug up, but not drinking it. Her eyes were still on him, and not seeming able to move:: "Uh..", a soft exaltation, the start of a sentence that died before it really began. She looked down at the mug, shy and confused, and gripped the mug tightly as she felt heat fill her cheeks, beneath his intent green look; her shoulders relaxed though, that was a good sign right?::
Lerida: "You don't have to stay, I ...", she looked back up, staring just as intently back at him, her stomach warm from the tea and queer; she felt it toss and turn, from hunger or from the mood or from him, she didn't know either::
Mischief: Uh? -His smirk widened and actually revealed the tips of the hiding fangs within. He reached over to grab the glass of cold water, bringing it to his lips to take a small sip, never pulling his eyes from her features. The cup was put back on the dresser and he went back to his elbow leaning..then to simply laying flat on his back, scritching his stomach.-
Lerida: ::Knees turned to face the Jackal:: "..You don't have to stay. I appreciate your offer", sh gestured to the drinks, "and the chocolate and water...", she smiled softly, and leant over, placing a kiss to his maw, a peck, and then sat back on her heels, her pale cheeks pink, her lips curled into a smouldering smile:: "Thanks for cleanin' up my mess", she looked down at her thighs, and to her dress, red dots across the chest of the clothing, and the waist::
Lerida: "I don't know why I came here. I'd hoped to find ..Mish, or Maia, but I ...I found ..", she shook her head and sank down, her legs parting to the side, soles facing the ceiling, and her shoulders slumped miserably::
Lerida: ::the hot chocolate was sipped, to hide her meaningless, wandering words::
Mischief: I know I din 'ave tae... Th' question is, d'yeh wan' me t' stay? -He'd blink at the peck, and then again at the following statements. He'd lift his head and prop it atop her thigh, looking up at her from below. His hand raised again to find her cheek and fingertips grazed that soft, now slightly rosey cheek of hers.- Love.. Din fink on i' now. I's fine yeh came 'ere, yehr taken care o'..
Lerida: ::She nodded, closing her eyes and touched his jaw, her hand warm and patient along the light charcoal of his fur. The feeling of it was a comfort, sheeny, soft, and so warm. She found herself smiling broadly, her whole face lighting up:: "Your right. And I want you to stay", she turned then and lay on her side, so her face was opposite his own, hair sprawled about her like mad crimson currents:: "I don't want you on my floor", her eyes searched his, seeking, finding, and seeking again, enjoy
Lerida: ing whatever it was that passed between them. Her hand rose to his jaw and she brushed it, reverently::
Lerida: ::The mug was held upright to her chest, its contents making the air between them smell faintly powdery, the scent of chocolate dreamy::
Mischief: -There was a light chuckling, causing his bare abdomen to tighten slightly beneath the fine gray fur. The mild laughter calmed and his voice was low and calming..Just more than a whisper- Then I'll stay wiff yeh.. n' I won' sleep on yer floor. -He leaned his cheek against her hand, letting his eyes close momentarily against it as his own hand came up to rest over hers.-