She instinctively sags into him, nestling the glass of water against her chest to keep it from spilling. This is well practiced behavior for both of them, and for as drunk as she got and as much as she knows she's going to be hungover the next day, she's quietly thankful for the undramatic familiarity of it.

"Have you switched the pillows yet? I didn't like the castle's default pillows." She's starting to fade out with the weight of the emotional fallout, voice faraway and soft.