For a moment the internal Elle that had struggled to survive in the wake of Lee's betrayal told herself that if she were to take the drink she would regret it. She'd wake in the morning knowing that she had been weak, feeling the armor she had carefully constructed for herself slip. The years she had spent crafting herself into an impenetrable fortress would be wasted, all on one little drink in a cave in the dark with an ethreal with a damaged foot.<br/><br/>The drink smelled sweet and the internal, hard Elle lost herself. "Fuck it," the assassin whispered, and knocked back a long pull of the alcohol. She almost immediately regretted it as he body loosened down to an easy posture and she let herself lay in the crook of Ghaleon's wing.<br/><br/>"This... is a bad... idea," she said, glad that the fire had died low enough for her smile to not be visible. "Fochiana would laugh."<br/><br/>She giggled despite herself, fingering her leather corset's top edge. "Lee would think I've gone mad," she laughed again. "My retainer would be aghast."