Well, that was certainly new; Vall hadn't managed to make someone<em>cry</em>like that before, at least, not out of embarrassment. Usually it was fear, or pain, but that was digression; once the elf took off past her towards the inn - presumably she was going to hide away in her room, stating she had had one - Vall let out a low sigh.<br/><br/><strong>"My head hurts too much for this..."</strong>she mutters, then smiles again to the new-arrival.<strong>"Your flexibility in sleeping arrangements is noted dear; one way or another you'll find a place to rest comfortably, even if it's at my side. Now you..."</strong><br/><br/>Vall looped one arm around Jordan's, to help hold her upright, and keep her steady. True to form, she was not pleased with her, given her previous behavior while intoxicated, but...<br/><br/><strong>"First time drinking, really?"</strong>she asked, her tone more subdued than before, her anger being displaced elsewhere.<strong>"When you sober up you're going to tell me who the <em>fucking</em> bastard is that decided to give you your first drinks and then not look after you, then I'm going to find him and beat the <em>shite</em> out of him. Now we're going to go into that inn, we're going to get you some bread, we're going to have a few drinks so you can learn how this is <em>supposed</em> to work, then we'll have a bath and... hell, all <em>three</em> of us can share a room after, why the hell not? Wouldn't be the first time I went to bed with two beautiful ladies curled up next to me, though usually there's a little more 'action' involved beforehand..."</strong><br/><br/>The short queen laughs loudly before she tugs Jordan along, coaxing her to the Inn, toward the bar with a good three-to-four seats (if the other half-elf were to join in on the meal and merriment), and would make sure that the paladin started stuffing bread into her gullet to help with the alcohol not-yet-processed, and with what was surely to come...