he let out a grumble, no words to be found.

"delightful to see you as always...." he uttered, resting his head in his hands in a bid to soothe its ache.

at her own risk.

Covers his head with a pillow.

was there no wine? He's sitting up, pushing away golden curls from his features.

Does he have to look like THAT? hardly a fair fight.

"come in" He forced out, mumbling it into his pillow.

"mhmm and yet still you can't stay away" He reminded her, taking a sip of the water and pulling a face.

Her hand was relatively soothing against the warmth of his forehead, and breathed out a small sigh of relief. "No cause for concern" He uttered, his words far less enunciated than usual "Just a few too many wines.."

"What in the seven hells?!" He growled, his features slipping into a frown as he eyed the irritating female. "How unpleasant to see you"

One eye opened, a hand raising in a sort of greeting as she slipped inside. "No need to fear" He hushed, wincing from the volume of his own voice "Nothing that wasn't self inflicted"

Mhmm perhaps he should join him and they can suffer together

He patted the space closest to him "That's if you deal with the stench" He added, a slow smirk as he made room for her at his side.

He glowered at her, his eyes filled with misery that her loudness brought on "Why exactly are you here?"

He shook his head, gesturing for her to take a seat "Not unless you can go back to last night and stop the wine from flowing..."

He can't say no to that offer. he'll be waiting, fire burning, cups at the ready

"Ser Alwyn" He greeted, an open smile, hands clasped together in front of him "it's good to see you, tell me, how do you fair after last nights antics?"

“So it would seem”