"I think water has more flavour than this..." Were the words that left her lips as she came back to Beren's side after her knife-throwing display. She nudged the glass of ale with her finger and watched as the amber liquid rocked inside the glass - the bubbly froth stirring at the surface. "I do not understand it sometimes..." She uttered with a laconic sigh, slumping back into her chair so that her chin just about touched her collarbones. She felt like a fish out of its bowl at that moment, feeling the eyes of Settionne on her. What was he thinking exactly? She didn't really care.

Aeryn's ears pricked at the sound of the music from outside, it was a screeching din to her ears, but the others seemed to enjoy it so she didn't say anything about it. They were each so chatty and jovial and so she thought it best to attempt to get on their level. They all seemed to be loosening up because of the ale and so she sat up once more, and squinted her eyes as if mentally preparing herself for a difficult task. She studied the glass ferociously before grabbing it in her hand, her other hand smacking against the table as if counting down. 

Then it happened. She brought the glass to her lips with a sharp movement and began gulping down the contents of the glass quickly. Her nose wrinkled, and the smacking of her hand got quicker as more and more of the ale was consumed. There was also the slight dribbling, down each side of the glass at both corners of her mouth - but she persevered with it until it was gone. She brought the glass down with a thud, her entire face shuddered and she couldn't help but propel a loud "BLEHHH!" The Dorcha ran the back of her hand over her mouth and wiped the spilled ale from her lips and chin and she panted - catching back her breath.

She could feel it all sitting in her stomach, and with every subtle movement she made in her seat she could feel it slosh around. It was a strange feeling. She was perhaps too small and thin in frame to have downed an entire pint of ale like that, but all of a sudden she felt a lightness in her limbs and started giggling to herself and an almost obnoxious hiccup burst from within. It was a feeling on the fringes of unpleasant and enjoyable. "No more..." she slurred slightly, shoving the glass away once and for all. 

As for Settionne's question, well, the Dorcha had no idea what she should do with herself now. She hadn't really had downtime like this for a very long time, she could barely remember what it felt like. She had been free once, but the memory of it was fleeting. "What do I like to do?" She asked aloud, it wasn't supposed to be said - and her expression was that of a curious woman, but her eyes were tinged with melancholy too - as if inside her mind she was desperately trying to find threads of her old life to help her decide.