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Mikhail had a worried expression on his face as he heard Faeril asking for something to drink. He knew that something had happened and he knew that she wasn't well but he didn't know what or if he should say anything, if it was better to let her have some time alone or if he indeed should try and comfort her. At least that was until Faeril finally spoke to him.

[color=6ecff6]"I... Yes... I will be back in a moment."[/color] Mikhail said as he went inside the inn again to try and grab a drink for Faeril. Even though he wasn't that good with those type of things, he wasn't as dense as to not realize that Faeril didn't want him to see her like that for some reason.

Even if Mikhail didn't really know what he could do to comfort the witch though, he knew exactly someone who just might be able to. Unfortunately, the moment he entered the inn, the mood was still as heavy and sour as the very moment he got out, with Gennar and Denvar pretty much at each other's throats as they discussed. Before doing anything though, Mikhail got a small cup of the ale from the small keg with a good amount of ice inside it. After that, he unceremoniously interrupted the discussion, simply walking towards Fatima as he gently touched her shoulder, calling her attention.

[color=6ecff6]"I... am not good with those kind of things and I don't know what I should say to help Faeril... She also doesn't seem to want my presence but you might be able to do that which I cannot."[/color] he said in a lower tone as he leaned forward, looking at her with a worried expression.

[color=6ecff6]"I think it would be better if you stood by her side..."[/color] he finished, putting the small glass of ale in Fatima's hands before he went outside again, although not where Faeril was. He needed some air to clean his head and he wasn't in the mood to watch over Gennar and Denvar as they discussed.

As he got out, he passed by Dareen, almost completely missing her due to where and how she was sitting, instead just walking to an empty spot of the garden and simply looking up, letting the cool breeze in his face. For a moment, he didn't care about his hood falling off, with eyes closed as he let the wind flow through his hair, revealing to others that it was longer than they previously might have thought it was.