[ if only. maybe she should tell the truth. but then it'd get around, wouldn't it? there's no way gebura wouldn't tell her compatriots, and don knows she will be scolded as well... guilt and reluctance for inevitable consequence erode one another until all that's left is something bittersweet. it's fine. it's protecting others.

they didn't ask, but she's going to anyway. they don't need to ask. ]

I think I am done, Mistress Gebura.

[ of the party? the drinks? herself? she feels too weightless. ]

It is a selfish request, but will thee walk me home? If yes, I should like to ask of thee a far more unreasonable one.