@criticalbeavty continued from here !
By no means was Nari labelled as a social butterfly. She was reserved, head down and absorbed in her work. Not anti-social but withdrawn. She had very few friends, even less when she was forced to count for people she trusted. But she had met a few worth the pleasant conversations, late night drinks while unloading from their work as university students. Never had she expected any of them to turn into ‘show up at her house in the middle of the night needing help’ sort of situation. But then again, who could predict that?
He was left on her doorstep, a knock alerting her of her visitors. With her own strength she was able to lift him off the ground, dragging him through the entry way and settled on her couch. She placed a bucket by his head on the ground, and a water on the coffee table. Making a mental note to check for any wounds in the morning, for now he appeared uninjured just intoxicated. That night she slept lightly, treading on the edge until the morning arrived.
Armed with nothing but two coffee cups, she approached the couch. The sound of stirring alerted her of his consciousness. The female watches on with soft eyes, tipping her head as she listens carefully. “It’s okay, you don’t owe me an explanation.” She reassures, her hand extending to offer the other a mug. “Are you alright? How are you feeling?”