bethen avilla ; the circle mage (bethe) wrote in thedas,
"I..." Beth started, wanting to explain everything, even though he didn't seem to be interested in knowing. It was an embarrassing scenario to be sure, but the details were important to her. He needed to know why she had acted out of line, that she had been doing the right thing, that someone needed to protect Constans, even if Aurin was the last person to ever help the other man in any way, shape, form. There were so many other things she needed to tell him; they never talked anymore, less and less with each year. But she was so tired right now, and she wouldn't be making much sense, either. Maybe later, when her thoughts weren't firing off a league a minute, jumping from one topic to the next. Where were they even going? To her room? He shouldn't be going into her room, she thought dully.
He asked her where she was staying, and she tried to think hard about it, frowning as she tried to answer, "I don't even..." And as she thought about where she had been staying, she remembered her book on the ground, in the dirt, it wasn't even her book -- Mona, or whoever the librarian here was, would be so upset for ruining one of their borrowed texts. She suddenly squirmed in his grasp, trying to look over his shoulder, "No...wait, there's a... You...you don't have a shirt." The realization slowly dawned on her, No, Beth, he doesn't. You're wearing it. Because everyone can see that you don't have a top on, either. Oh. Maker. Her humiliation was growing by the second. She would have preferred it if he could just...backtrack and drop her down that well and end it quickly.
This must have looked...actually, she didn't even really want to know what it looked like. Aurin was just being kind, a good friend, which was exactly what she had needed before all of this began. Feeling incredibly grateful, Bethen relaxed. "I...I'll let you know which room is mine," she mumbled quietly.