#vulontafiir

"Judge away, because you would be absolutely, completely, one hundred percent bloody well right. There is no place for such discussion in public!"

While more tolerant of the female Altmer than when they had first met, it seemed that Eryas knew exactly when not to interrupt Vaelwynde's work. Eyes faintly aglow flicked upwards from a missive tossed aside, the shade of a heavy brow accentuating their anomalous luminescence further."If you must."

"Good day, sera." Brethyn doesn't react to the kiss beyond closing his eye when she plants it on his cheek. "So exactly what kind of a bet have you just won?"

I do love a womer with fierce eyes. 

"Certainly...though you may have to lean down a little to receive it."

He almost choked on his stew. “Eryas? That you?” he managed to call out, hardly able to believe it. He had thought her long gone on some death-defying quest or other.

Bo let out a sigh, before holding the bag out towards the womer again. "I'm telling you - the guy was a complete stranger, just walked up and gave me the bag," he explained, again. "He told me to bring it to you, though. So, take it."