#resh'a

“W-who are you?”

Resh'a had his face planted in pillow, stretched out on his stomach across a couch. His ear twitched to the sound of a cup and saucer being placed down on the table next to him.

“I don’t know why you insist on coming here if all it does is make you feel ill.” Cyril spoke as he looked down at the other with confusion. If being on a ship made the Keeper queasy, he didn’t know why they didn’t arrange to go somewhere else.

“I’m fine.” Resh'a waved his hand a bit, taking a moment before pushing himself up into a sitting position. He liked boats and ships, not the feeling they gave him when they rocked in the sea. He looked down at the cup to see it was some sort of herbal tea to supposedly help with his stomach issues.

“Thank you though.” He gave the other a smile before he reached over and picked up the cup. He tilted his head as he looked at Cyril once more. “You don’t have any cookies, do you?”

“I don’t think you should have any right now.”

A soft chuckle left Resh'a's lips, "They sound like a wonderful person."

The two Miqo'te were reminiscing about those no longer with them after he found Mika sitting on a log outside of a tavern. He realized his friend had become quite a bit tipsy during their conversation. It seemed like the bottle the other Miqo'te was holding did not contain water or juice. Taking it from him, he set it aside.

He was about to go on when he felt a weight on his shoulder. His ears perked up and twitched as he looked down to see that Mika had leaned over and placed his head on him. "... Mika?" He tilted his head a bit to try and see the other's face. "Are you asleep?"

There was no response other than a grumble when he gave a poke to his shoulder. Was he that boring to listen to? He let out a small sigh and smiled. Reaching down, he grabbed the bottle he left on the ground and tucking it into his bag. He didn't like to litter. "Let's get you home, my friend."

He slowly and quietly rose to his feet so he didn't disturb or let the other topple over. After adjusting his belongings on his person, he bent down and slipped one arm under Mika's legs to pick him up. His other arm supporting his back. He doubted Mika would approve. He would likely attempt to wiggle away if he was awoken, but Resh'a wasn't going to leave him there on a log. Mika's home wasn't that far from here anyway, at least... from what he could remember.

Humming to himself, he set off on his small trek. Very amused by the fact that he had to carry this one home. Also finding it a bit funny that they had bonded over the loss they shared. Or maybe it was just the drink.

A very old doodle, of a very smol Resh’a, I found awhile back and decided to quickly finish!