Verita gently pushed the door open with a strange smile playing on her lips. It wasn't the thought of having Dawn saved from the terrors down below, but more from the idea of a drunk ramen trying to find the ashen one in the position she was in right now. She mulled over the thought to go downstairs and help him, but realized she needed the drink she had offered Dawn just as bad.<br/><br/>Once they were finally in the cabin, she closed the door behind them and locked it, looking over her shoulder into Dawns eyes and exclaimed her strange behaviour.<br/><br/>''Just so we don't get interrupted by a crazed elf or a drunken Ramen looking for more then just booze..''<br/><br/>The darkbrown haired girl flicked a feather from her tresses and felt the bloodied wet strands stick to her fingers. She was, just like the others, covered in filth and gore from the previous fights, and would have wished for nothing more then a long warm bath to forget everything. To put it away in a dark corner of her mind and to never think about it again. Nevertheless, as she rummaged through the cabinets, carefully placing the glass bottles and strange little chests away without making too much sound, she found the second best solution to keep her mind of its current thoughts. Heck, it wasn't as good as a bath, but it would do. It was better then rum at least.<br/><br/>Opening the curtains of the little hut, the room was now finally fully illuminated by the full moon glistening brightly in the sky, peering through the enormous windows. It was enough to cast a illuminating green shadow on the table, showing Dawn the green potent spirit named Absinthe before her eyes. Verita had no clue what it was, nor what symptoms it could cause, to her it was just some strong booze by the pretty curly drawings of fairies and the high number of alcohol percentage on the label.<br/><br/>''I hope it tastes nice, I've never really drank anything besides the honeymead my father makes in the winter to keep the chill out of your bones. I do quite love the fuzzy warm feeling it gives you, so perhaps it could keep out the cold in our hearts for a while? Have you.. ever drank anything?''<br/><br/>The girl was making smalltalk. Her voice was broken and defeated, but the glint in her eyes was still glowing strong as she turned back to the table and took a seat with glasses in her hands. Carefully uncorking the bottle of spirit she poured a decent amount in the glasses and moved one of them into the direction of the greyish looking girl in the white of the moonlight. She had to squint her eyes to see her, and only just now studied the woman's features with more interest. She had not given the girl much attention since the happenings with the pixxais, and began to grow curious about this strangelings in their midst.<br/><br/>''You must feel like you wished you had gone the other way when you met us in the forest, don't you? where did you actually come from? I know so little about your last days... Everything seems so unreal, and nightmarish at the same time now...''<br/><br/>After having finished her sentence she picked up her own glass and poured its contents in her mouth, only to cough and wheeze while she swallowed the burning strong liquid down her gullet. She was barely able to hold it down, but she was right about one thing as she hit her chest a few times to make sure she was still breathing.<br/><br/>''ooh earths hell! It does keep the chill out, I can tell you as much, but I think its better sipped...''<br/><br/>However strong and awful its taste was, it didn't stop the young girl for pouring another one, lest she drank it much more slower this time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>