“Yeah, letting a beer go warm should be a sin in any religion.” The woman looks down at the ale in her hand and sighs, setting the lukewarm drink aside before looking over at Darian with a smile on her face. The Asari definitely looked tired but she still looked like she had some fight in her, Maethia definitely was not the type to give up –that much could be inferred. “ I wouldn’t worry too much about me. I am definitely in a little pain and my arm is going to be useless for Goddess knows how long but I’m young – I’ll bounce right back.”<br/><br/>The defininitive statement comes with another fairly large smile that only gets even bigger as Darian pulls out some Thessian Absinthe and puts it on the table alongside a liquor she was much less familiar with. Before she could even comment on the presence of the Absinthe however Milynenia plops down in a seat beside her and as soon as the pretty, young Asari’s rear hits the cool plastic of the seat Maethia notices the other woman slump immediately. It was like watching your best friend get hit in a firefight, that immediate slacking of the body and the drained look. MAethia frowned at the observation and shook her head. “Seems you decided to join us, Mily? Well you’re welcome, I still haven’t really thanked you for fixing me up.” Maethia points to the sling her injured arm was in before reaching over and patting the Asari on the shoulder.<br/>“Come on, have some shots with us and let loose. Tell us about it if you like – I’m sure you’ll feel a little better.” It definitely wasn’t like Maethia to speak like that but part of her found the other Asari pleasant to be around and she knew the good doctor wasn’t exactly used to life or death situations most likely. After talking to Mily Maethia motioned to Darion, raising two fingers and pointing towards the bottle of Thessian Absinthe. “please.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>