Runethial felt like a child who had been hushed away to bed. He didn’t feel that drunk, just warm and fuzzy. He was quite sure he could have managed on his own, after all their stairs hadn’t been that narrow, or difficult, or perhaps they didn’t seem it as he had had two people at the time trying to make sure he got up them successfully. But none the less he felt embarrassed about all this fuss over him.<br/>He ignored the pairs banter at each other, until they finally reached the room that was designated to be his. Then he looked down at Alyth as she spoke to him and part of his mind couldn’t help but think about how wonderfully closer and warm she was, and began mentally picking out details in her appearance that he had missed before. He didn’t want to let his mind indulge itself in a second fantasy involving the woman. He was quite sure doing so in her presence would make his face so red and hot that you’d be able to cook an egg on it, so instead he focused on answering her question.<br/>“Uh... Yes, I’m sure I can manage madam. I’m sure the ability to walk a short distance isn’t beyond me quite yet. After all it was just one bottle.”<br/>