Her face had already been cloudy, but now she looked even more petulant as she sulked over her glass, turning it this way and that and listening to the ice clink against the sides. No matter how many times he said it, she couldn't quite get her head around it - she felt jealous at the best of times and weak at the worst, which always came with a side of self-resentment.
"Hard to enjoy myself when I'm sitting around waiting for the hammer to drop," she muttered. "There's nothing I can do and I hate it. And even if there was, I definitely screwed everything up last time." She had lifted the glass to her mouth again, but paused, glancing at him over the lip of it. "We, actually," she added with cool nonchalance that suggested spreading the blame around, if nothing else, made her feel a little better.
She emptied the glass and set it back down, holding it between her hands and watching the ice melt. This, too, had been a stupid idea - she was more tired, but certainly no calmer. At least with Reizo around, she was no longer pathetic enough to be drinking without company. Grimacing, she fought down the needlessly defensive urge to explain that this was an unusual occurrence - he'd spent enough nights with her to know that, anyway.