Bryn chuckled darkly. "It doesn't work that way, unless someone else leaves, or dies." Someone else she cared about. Maybe she could turn it into a thing. The celebration of life. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along the pad of his thumb. He was a feast and debauchery mixed into one.
She did sober at his question a little. At least what she could when a barrel of drink wasn't counted in. She leaned against her arms, as the propped her up. Long strands of ginger flowing down her back. Giving herself a moment to think. "I suppose. Why are you worried?" She hadn't meant to worry anyone, least of all him.