*QUARTERS*<br/><br/>Fen, seeming thoroughly settled by the whiskey, lifts her eyes at Malia's question.  She slowly swings her bare feet to the floor, then rises, seeming half-asleep, and walks a few steps closer.  She picks up the clean linen and hands it over first, resting it on the edge of the tub with barely a curt glance over the former courtesan as she closes the distance, then turns, crouches, and opens her footlocker to rummage.  A few moments later she produces a worn, thin shirt-- it's long enough to serve as nightclothes, but barely.<br/><br/>"Not much," she says softly, placing it beside the towel.  She glances over the young woman once more.  "Get cold... you can sleep 'ere.  I won't... you know."  She shrugs then, seeming suddenly bashful, and turns curtly away.  "I jus'... want to not dream."  She picks up the bottle once more from its circulation and takes a healthy swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  The wan skin is now faintly flushed with drink, from her fine cheekbones to the peaks of her ears, and she heads to her bed, curling up under a couple of wool blankets in a fetal position that does little to fill the mattress.<br/><br/>[You have the option of continuing this thread.  Otherwise... you may proceed to the next day.] (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284455.0)