Vasyli didn't answer him. It was about as out of control as the proper elf ever allowed himself but most likely it wasn't as bad as he imagined it. He'd only become a little anxious, laid down on the floor, and then leaned on Kevice as they stumbled on home. It would have been hard for Kevice to anticipate any of that because Vasyli had given no indication one way or another. It wasn't his fault and it could have been worse. He laughed a little bit watching Kevice. Maybe he felt a bit responsible, but it wasn't necessary.<br/><br/>“It wasn't your fault,” he said, more amused by it now than he had been the night before. He was perfectly comfortable now, back to his sure nature, and back to the vice he preferred. This night would go much better.<br/><br/>“I don't think I could get any sleep like that,” Vasyli muttered, and it probably had nothing to do with sleeping suspending and swaying, but more about the decorated assortment Kevice slept close to. A corner wasn't enough as far as Vasyli was concerned who much preferred his modest and compact tent. He'd said he hadn't had any trouble but had been expecting it. Vasyli's brow rose and he looked over his shoulder as he waited for him to continue.<br/><br/>“I don't think he'll chance coming around me tonight,” Vasyli thought, deliberately turning away from Kevice, fiddling with his drink so that he didn't see his face, though the irritation in his body movements was probably easy enough to read as he recalled the events of the day. He waited to see if Kevice would ask, and of course, he was curious what had prompted him to be called up, should they need someone to fill a time slot.<br/><br/>“Osran learned today what comes of me being pushed to the end of my patience.” When Vasyli turned back around he had a carefully composed smile on his face and came to sit down by Kevice on the bed. “Our roles in our performance together makes him forget things, I think. I'm stronger than he realized and a simple demonstration was needed. He only suffered a few bruises for his ignorance. It will all go back to normal in a few days, I'm sure. Osran will forget and get back to his jokes. Mathis wasn't happy, of course. Probably about as happy as he would be about this.” Vasyli tipped his glass up as if to toast the old man before taking a drink. It was clear Vasyli didn't care.<br/><br/>“Better here though,” he decided. It was likely why Mathis seemed to overlook Vasyli's alcohol dependency. He was discreet about it and most of the time kept his habit to himself.