"Well," she begins, offering the tea blend to Autor. A mix of fruit and spice that Elea's mother made and she brought to drink whenever she spent time at Rabastan's house. "Two days ago I sent Rabastan upstairs to retrieve something for me."
Her cheeks turn a little pink, and despite herself, there's a hint of satisfaction in that slight smile of hers.
Quickly she turns her attention to adding a bit of honey to her tea. Not because she's worried about Autor feeling scandalised—she's not worried about what he thinks is proper—but to get her mind back on track.
"He was fine when he went to get it. But when he returned he looked oddly annoyed about something, and had a slight whiff of liquor on him. And we don't keep the spirits in that room.
"And he certainly did not remember what I asked him to get. Instead he went straight outside and began gathering rocks.
"And here's the thing: he couldn't have been gone longer than it takes to get up the stairs, find what I wanted, and return. Certainly not long enough for him to have been pranked. It's not possible.
"The good news is that he still remembers to eat, but good luck getting him to talk about anything other than rocks."
She sighs.
"I've been a healer's assistant, so I should have some idea of whatever might be the matter, but my experiences are leaving me bereft of any possible answer."
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Date: 2013-04-03 10:30 pm (UTC)Her cheeks turn a little pink, and despite herself, there's a hint of satisfaction in that slight smile of hers.
Quickly she turns her attention to adding a bit of honey to her tea. Not because she's worried about Autor feeling scandalised—she's not worried about what he thinks is proper—but to get her mind back on track.
"He was fine when he went to get it. But when he returned he looked oddly annoyed about something, and had a slight whiff of liquor on him. And we don't keep the spirits in that room.
"And he certainly did not remember what I asked him to get. Instead he went straight outside and began gathering rocks.
"And here's the thing: he couldn't have been gone longer than it takes to get up the stairs, find what I wanted, and return. Certainly not long enough for him to have been pranked. It's not possible.
"The good news is that he still remembers to eat, but good luck getting him to talk about anything other than rocks."
She sighs.
"I've been a healer's assistant, so I should have some idea of whatever might be the matter, but my experiences are leaving me bereft of any possible answer."