[Syliras]Footholds[Open]

[Kane Roth]

"I don't feel so good..."

Such a statement was eerily familiar to him, memories of his early days drinking coming back to him, the days only fresh out of the arena, the pleasures so long forbidden by his status all having been tried. With a quick hand Kane removed her own from the flagon and pushed it back, away from Maya, and quickly retracted the hand, not feeling overly eager to find the contents of Maya's stomach on his arm. Offering the best advice he could muster, Kane spoke, "Perhaps, but an epic for another time. For now, I think you should take a break from the ale." Leaning back, he looked to Maya, positioning himself to move, should she become ill, "Might want to head home, even."

[Maya]

"Perhaps, but an epic for another time. For now, I think you should take a break from the ale." Maya saw Kane move stealthily, preparing to run in the event that she regurgitated the contents of the pitcher.

"Don't... Don't worry... Not gonna... gonna... vomit..." She puts her head down on the table, sideways, holding her stomach in between crossed arms. "Just need to... to rest... A few minutes..." Told you not to drink so much... Let's just hope he doesn't get any bright ideas while you're out... The last words she heard before she fainted were, "Might want to head home, even."

[Kane Roth]

Muttering something under her breath, Maya set her head down on the counter, seeming to want to rest for a bit before doing anything... Kane could sympathize with such a thought, recalling again his first encounters with a bit too much ale. So he stayed where he was, relieved that no vomit went anywhere at any point, and continued to enjoy his own ale at a steady pace, occasionally offering a glance over at Maya to simply check, for what even he didn't know. Eventually the whole pitcher found itself drained, perhaps an hour or so later, and Kane was quite pleased with himself, having not had a good drink in quite a while. Though, as time wore on and the pitcher remained empty, he began to glance ever more often at Maya, hoping that she would stir, or do... well something. Watching her for a few moments, his arms having retaken their earlier positions on the counter, Kane decided that it might prove practical to see if she'd wake, and so with his left hand he tapped her on the shoulder, several times in fact, the biggest response he'd gotten being a shift in position, though she did little to actually acknowledge his presence. Thinking on the matter for a few seconds, Kane glanced about, the pub beginning to fill ever moreso with patrons, and with apprehension, he shook her shoulder, once, twice, three times, still with little visible response. Standing from the stool, Kane looked about once more, stretching as he did such, and after considering for a moment started to stride towards the door, though he stopped after a few paces, considering Maya. It's not like you can get her up, I mean, you tried, didn't you? True, he did try, and going any farther would seem... odd, at best. But you're not going to just leave her here... As has already been proven, the Knights can't keep all the scum off the streets. So Kane stood and thought, weighing the options as carefully as he could, pondering both the moral and practical implications in either action.

Finally coming to a consensus after a few moments of deliberation, Kane turned back to Maya, and after one more futile attempt at rousing her, he considered how best to take her back to her room... With a less than eager look on his face, Kane slid his left arm under her legs, and with a heave, hoisted her over his shoulder. Adjusting to the newfound weight for a moment before deciding to move towards the door, the barkeep not giving the whole incident much heed, much too busy with his own business. After passing the challenge that was the door, Kane found himself in the afternoon sun once again, now with a girl slung over his shoulder, a scene likely to cause most knights to ask, if only at the least out of curiosity, just why he was carrying her. Still, the journey from the Rearing Stallion back to the Row wasn't a terribly long one, and aside from a few odd glances Kane managed his way back without being stopped, much to his relief, to room 307, though it was here that a whole new problem of a much more grave nature presented itself; he didn't have the key to the door. While yes, it was likely that the key was within his grasp, the idea of searching Maya for it slightly unnerved him, and so he struggled to remember just where she'd placed the key when she'd locked the door that morning. Of course, it was quite tempting to just leave her outside, but such an action surely wouldn't reflect well on his goals, his standards, but... he didn't want to have to go through all of her things. Not only would it make him look a thief, but it would just feel... wrong. The ends justify the means. Such a statement was true also, what might feel wrong now could contribute to the greater good later. Setting Maya down for a moment, Kane reached for the most likely of places for a key, Maya's coin purse, and with luck ran across it. Uttering a silent thanks to whatever it was that watched over him, Kane unlocked the door and pushed it back. Sliding the key into his trouser pocket, Kane picked Maya up again, now held only by his arms, and carried her inside, not bothering with the door, and without a second thought set her down on the bed. Leaning back as he finished, he brushed his hands on his wool trousers, and soon turned about heading to the door.

[Maya]

Maya was enjoying a peaceful rest - if you can call fainting rest - and a strange dream in which she was a blowpipe and an unknown figure was using her to make a vase... She was dimly aware of someone touching her, jolting her out of dream land, maybe on her shoulder, and shifted position so it would stop. A few more.... minutes... She thought she said. What she actually said was something like this; "Mmm". Once again she could feel something on her shoulder. Ignoring it, she shifted once again, her arms becoming wet from the ale she spilled earlier. This sensation she ignores, preferring the senselessness of sleep.

She felt Kane's presence leave the stool next to hers, and briefly wondered where he went. Irrational fears of abandonment swelled up within her, but did not rouse her, as she was not entirely conscious - of them, and in general.

And then... An arm under her legs. One on her shoulder. She was about to protest when she felt herself being lifted up, and onto Kane's shoulder. He wants to do that, eh? She tried to free her arms, but they flopped about, out of her control, and the left one was trapped between by his head. So, she let him carry her, and she thought, This is actually quite nice...

Redness beyond her eyelids. They went outside, the thin flaps of skin unable to ward off the sun. By the bobbing up and down of her body, she was able to determine they were walking, though where she did not know. She did know, however, that she smelled terrible: She hadn't taken a bath in days. Blushing, she hoped he didn't notice.

Down. Somewhat heated cobblestone below her, heat seeping through the Bryda. She was leaned against the wall, probably near her apartment. I wonder how he's going to get in... Maybe he'll- She felt a hand open her coin purse, and take something out, and seconds later the creaking of the door.

The sun had done something to sober her up, and she was no longer unconscious, but chose to keep her eyes closed, finding it easier that way. She could feel him picker her up again, and tried to help as much she could, clinging to his arms.

The bed below her, she laid back, hearing Kane turn around to leave. Well, that's rude, She thought. Just going to let him leave?

"K... Kane..." She called out, still half impaired.

[Kane Roth]

"K... Kane..."

Sighing as he reached the door, he pondered whether to choose to ignore her or not, his right hand upon the door as he did such. He could just leave, pretend he hadn't heard her, though by now it probably was obvious that he had, standing her for a bit... if he stuck around long enough she'd speak again, and such an action then he couldn't ignore. Pushing the door closed, Kane turned back to face her, and with only a few strides back, took the chair and positioned it near the bed, taking a seat as he asked her, "Feeling any better?"

[Maya]

"Nnh... A bit..." Truthfully, she was not quite over the ale, having not slept long enough to begin having a hang-over. Sighing, Maya suddenly rolls on her side and reaches behind her, undoing the straps of her Vinati. What are you doing, Maya? There's a man right there. What would he think of you? All she thought was that she could not sleep in her outside clothes. Realizing her error, she transformed the motion into a stretch, but already it was too late. When she returned her arms to her sides, the top was already partly off, the white cotton of her brassiere visible. It's not like he can see anything...

Her inhibitions were greatly dampened by the alcohol in her system. She didn't really care anymore.

"Th... Thank you... For... for... for all your help..." She said, her speech slurred and her hair and top askew. She smiled. "I must look... awful..."

[Kane Roth]

Kane couldn't help but draw back slightly as she turned onto her side, not knowing just what it was she intended, though it seemed a stretch Kane noticed as her clothing loosen. Squinting without meaning to, Kane leaned back in the chair, attempting to deflect his attention elsewhere as the girl and her clothing managed to move in different directions, though soon enough she addressed him again, "Th... Thank you... For... for... for all your help... I must look... awful..." Shaking his head, averting his gaze as he did such, Kane answered, his eyes affixed at a certain spot on the floor,

"It was no trouble, and you look fine... don't worry about it." Sighing as he stared at the floor, venturing the occasional glance to Maya's face, Kane soon opted for a retreat, rising to his feet as he did, "Perhaps I should go..."

[Maya]

"It was no trouble, and you look fine... don't worry about it." Said Kane. He is complimenting you. Say something. Instead, she stared at him, as he stared at everything but her.

"Perhaps I should go..." He was staring at the floor. Maya sighed. "If... if you want to..." She struggled to get up, twisting her legs to the ground and hoisting herself up by pushing with her hands on the bed. Her vinati, now sufficiently loose, slid down and rested on her stomach. Still, though, her brassiere is tight, and stays on, though it reveals a bit of cleavage if looked at from a certain angle, which would involve getting on the floor.

Stumbling over to the desk, she grabs her pack and takes out a small loaf of bread, nibbling it.

"There's still time... to do... something..." She said. That sounds dirty. You should say something else. Or is that what you mean, eh? Maya blushes; that was not at all what she meant. "W... What I meant was... we could... go..." Hopeless... She silently chews her bread, waiting for a response. Had she been thinking, she would have fixed her top; however, the alcohol had still not run its course, so she probably didn't even realize it was off.

[Kane Roth]

Eyes averted as much as he could allow, Kane turned about facing away from her, looking towards the door he found himself approaching. Reaching for the knob, Kane's action was interrupted as she started again, this time provoking images all too familiar to Roth, "There's still time... to do... something..." Having not been very much of a 'pure' sort, the obvious images such a statement might evoke appeared to Kane, though he soon attempted to put such things beyond his mind, face reddening as he did. Instead he concentrated on her next statement, or rather, part of one, "W... What I meant was... we could... go..." Pausing, he thought for a moment how best to address the situation, and turning his head only after he felt that his embarrassment had left his face to face her,

"Well, just what did you have in mind?"

[Maya]

"Well, just what did you have in mind?" Lots of things came to her mind, including some things that made her face quite red, but none she could voice out loud - at least, none that made sense.

"I... Uh..." Maya stammered. "I was... Maybe we could... There's still daylight... Ugh..." Maya flopped her arms in annoyance. No thought would form itself completely, her mind a bee's nest of ideas, and yet they weren't really forming anything understandable.

The bread, though unlikely to be true, seemed to be soaking up some of the alcohol, and her mind grew slightly clearer. Along with the clarity came a pulsing pain in her head, and trying to pinpoint it would be useless, it permeated her entire being.

Maya began again. "Maybe... My head... We could go... If there's an... Apothe... Apothe... Cary..." She smiles, thinking it might be less severe than she thought it was. Hang-overs don't hurt this much... Nor do they start so soon... You always had a fast metabolism, Maya. Just get some rest, I'm sure that's all you'll need.

"On second thought... I ju-... just need some... rest..." Succumbing to her urges, she slumps over, and snores lightly.