#widogastsfire

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“Caleb?”

Nott waited to his snoring, to let her know he was asleep and her request could be denied before she had the chance to ask it. But she looked up, and his blue eyes were looking at her, tired but expectant of her continued question.

She just missed it. It has been months. She took a deep breath. She sat up. She cared for Caleb, deeply, as a friend. Yes, she loved him. And maybe he needed this too. But she was thinking of Yeza and how much she missed him. Him and Luc. And they were out of booze. Her hands shook and her throat burned and tightened.

The tiefling gives the wizard a tilt of his head. Looking over that ever mopey face of his. Gently pushing the bottle of liquor towards him, he knows he doesn’t drink much but this might be the day the two share a drink.

The drow was staring off again. Watching the sun set before him as the light continues to warm his skin. Only to soon look away as he feels Caleb’s presence.