Aspel Cassul: When in doubt, Aspel! (weaponry) wrote in emillion,
"I generally am not pummeled quite so thoroughly, if that is the 'this' you are inquiring upon." Though, Ari's suggestion may just be something she would need to take into consideration in the future. From time to time she'd kept a few on hand down in the shop, but considering how close they were to the tenement district, it always made Aspel a bit nervous to keep too much out in the front room and remembering to haul vials of potions and up down stairs seemed a bit... Tedious at best. "I think I'd much rather have the benefit of your company in comparison to vile tastes and horrid textures." Really, if there was anyone who enjoyed potions, Aspel had yet to meet such an unusual soul.
"Mm." Aspel exhaustedly confirmed with a curt nod of her head. A hand offered for Ari to lead again and when confronted with the stairs, Aspel would slowly ascend, carefully taking her time as to not trip, fall or hurt herself in some other manner more than she already had. It would take a bit, but thankfully, no drastic problems would occur because of it.
Finally reaching the top of the steps a breath of relief was let out and a faint smile was forced for Ari. "Nothing to worry about." Assuming the bard was concerned at all, though, even if she wasn't, it could simply be taken as a joke and they could both more on. Which really, moving to her bed sounded like the perfect plan for this evening.
Stiff and staggering steps were taken towards her bedroom. "I believe we may be best suited to reside here once more." A hesitation was given to see if Ari would lead once more, or, if she expected Aspel to give first this time. "Unless you require better lightning, then the living room is more properly suited."