Mereavus made a vague sort of gesture and shrugged her shoulders.<br/><br/>"I'm fine, Viscount," she answered. "Just tired and hoping this mess will resolve itself soon enough."<br/><br/>She made another gesture towards the other chair in the room and leaned back into her own.<br/><br/>"I would say I could do with some more wine, but I suspect being drunk for the remainder of the day isn't going to help anything."<br/><br/>Indeed not - it wasn't about to undo what she'd done, and she wasn't about to ask it to, either. As much as it pained her, she didn't regret it - she'd come too close to her own destruction, and she'd been betrayed. It had to be done, no matter how she felt about it.