Kire sat herself down, waving a hand at him to let him know he needn’t bother tidying up. “Don’t worry. Everything’s fine. And if she does steal anything, she’s welcome to have it. Unless it’s a knife or a sword. She has enough sharp things on her person,” she added with a chuckle before sipping more wine. “I just, uh, feel like having some company before bed.” [i]Why[/i] am [i]I here?[/i] She realized, looking down at her mug, trying to sort through her thoughts through her tipsiness. “I should be bone tired. Part of me is. But I feel a little bit like that time I punched through some trees back at your mountains. Like I need to put all the temper I’ve stored up the whole day somewhere else.” She looked at him. “A lot’s happened these past few days. Aren’t you reeling at all?”