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Aeryn agreed to the idea of a drink, he may have discovered something about himself and might want to talk, but that conversation could be lubricated with intoxicants. Talking was easier with the excuse of chemical intervention and it wasn't an unwelcome break from carrying the weight of redeeming him for her either.
She'd mentioned having stowed some carafes in her room and walked there, leaving the door open behind her. It was almost as spartan and bare as barracks, but for the softer bedcoverings and the small collection of vials, Zhaan had sent her with. Scented oils the former Peacekeeper had taken to using, she found the idea appealing for two points. Firstly it was nice, it smelled good and softened her hair so it was functional in a way. Secondly, it still felt like flirting with boundaries to do things that would have been frowned on in her former life. Such grooming was considered an evil personalization in a world where conformity was demanded.
She stood to the side and filled two mugs with a rich dark liquor, Chiana had given it to her and she had to admit the taste wasn't bad. A variant of conventional raslak, it was spicy and floral tickling the nose and warming all the way down.
When Crais arrived, if he chose to, she'd hold a mug out for him. No words, no demands. Just the offer.
Aeryn agreed to the idea of a drink, he may have discovered something about himself and might want to talk, but that conversation could be lubricated with intoxicants. Talking was easier with the excuse of chemical intervention and it wasn't an unwelcome break from carrying the weight of redeeming him for her either.
She'd mentioned having stowed some carafes in her room and walked there, leaving the door open behind her. It was almost as spartan and bare as barracks, but for the softer bedcoverings and the small collection of vials, Zhaan had sent her with. Scented oils the former Peacekeeper had taken to using, she found the idea appealing for two points. Firstly it was nice, it smelled good and softened her hair so it was functional in a way. Secondly, it still felt like flirting with boundaries to do things that would have been frowned on in her former life. Such grooming was considered an evil personalization in a world where conformity was demanded.
She stood to the side and filled two mugs with a rich dark liquor, Chiana had given it to her and she had to admit the taste wasn't bad. A variant of conventional raslak, it was spicy and floral tickling the nose and warming all the way down.
When Crais arrived, if he chose to, she'd hold a mug out for him. No words, no demands. Just the offer.
