Re: [Dahlia's trailer.]
[Wren exhaled, relieved and thankful, when she returned to find Dahlia a little less crookedly slumped. And there was a period of waiting, waiting, waiting for Dahlia to crack open her eye. But Wren was patient, and she didn't make as a sound as she crouched, water held in her hand and nothing like judgement in her grey eyes.
Dahlia pawed, and Wren handed the water over, and her relief became more tangible. If Dahlia was drinking, then that was good, and Wren had no knowledge of medical things, but she thought that had to be a good sign. As she waited for Dahlia to slurp the water down, she decided she would light an extra candle on Sunday, and this one to give thanks for this, for Dahlia being okay, and Wren knew that wasn't always the case when someone drank and drank and drank. She remembered the streets, the year before the carnival, and she remembered girls slumped lifeless in alleys. She remembered.
She was still lost in that thought, and then she heard Dahlia swear slurred.] Non. It's okay. [She took the empty glass back, and she set it aside.] It's okay. Let's just get you into bed, oui? [She held out both hands, indicating that she would help Dahlia get up, get to the bed, get comfortable. And as much as Wren wanted to clean up, to get rid of bottles, she wasn't going to insult the other woman that way. Non. Getting Dahlia safely into bed, that would be enough for now.]