Location: Southern Giants Rest Early Night [hr] [@VitaVitaAR][@Pyromania99] “MMhm, But she’s mine? I carry her how I want too.” Sorcha responded as Luna took Fio from her arms. The queen’s posture had slumped a bit as she’d watch Luno place a kiss on Fio’s hand and proceed to ask her about the ‘reward’ for beating the two of them in a drinking game. “Oh my how scandalous, Luna.” Sorcha laughed, not being self aware of her own actions at all as the sword witch proceeded to flee from the scene. Well, attempt to flee. Before she could even get five steps, the sword witch was falling, tripping over her own feet. Thankfully, something caught her fall before she hit the floor. Unfortunately, that something was someone else she probably didn’t have the highest opinion of. “Kya-” A shout of someone not trying at all to sound actually distressed by being run into, Fio found herself face planting into the bosom of the maid from earlier. The two tumbled to the ground, Sucaria landing on her back, seeming just a tiny bit dazed as she’d slowly bring her gaze towards Fio. “...ah? Miss…Hm, did you want my heart that badly after all?” As usual, her tone of voice was entirely serious and without a hint of any teasing or joking, and it looked as though she was making a move to in fact, pull out said heart again. “Eeeh, Fio’s not even the drunk one, ahaha…” Sorcha walked over, pulling Fio to her feet again as Sucaria tilted her head to the side slightly, observing the situation. “...ah...” Upon realizing the situation, there was the faintest bit of a mildly pitying look towards Fio before she’d turn her attention to Luna. “Lady Luna…you’re drunk.” The Maid walked over to the knight before she could bother the sword witch again. “Don’t bother your guests…” Fio, meanwhile, would find Sorcha happily pulling her along again...right up the stairwell and towards the bedroom she had been given by the Lightsword family. Fio's fate, was sealed. Like a princess being snapped up by a dragon, she was being princess carried off to Sorcha's bedroom. When the pair finally arrived, Sorcha rather unceremoniously plopped Fio down onto the bed. This, in and of itself might have proved some manner of concern. The fact the queen started stripping a few seconds later, probably proved moreso. Thankfully for Fio, she only managed to get her shoes and shirt off before the Queen would simply pass out on the bed next to the mage, though not before wrapping her in a bear hug and mumbling something about Erahith and Gerainth. Maybe Fio managed to actually get some rest. Maybe she'd stay up all night, unable to sleep any at all - though it'd probably be a bad idea to tell the Queen that. Regardless It would be almost dawn when she'd realize the queen was no longer in the bed with her. She'd see just a flash of light colored hair from a nearby balcony just off of the room. If Fio was so inclined to investigate, she'd find the Queen just sitting on the nearby roof, gazing off towards the Llobrokor Mountains. She didn't seem to notice Fio, so she could also chose to leave too, if she wished. [@FrogRFlowR] [hr] “You should listen to the bird.” The fomorian chided the both of them wearing her usual grin. “But I doubt you’ll let your brain do the thinking for once.” “My ‘brain’ thinks all the time, and right now its thinking that a good whack is gonna make you shut up permanently!” However, seeing Niall instead of engaging and choosing to flee, the Tuatha seemed surprised. Whether it was because he didn’t seem intent on fighting now or that he thought Niall was a coward for fleeing was difficult to say. “Hey! We’re not gonna get another chance easily to end this creep!” Still, if Niall was intent on his course of action, the Owl knight would bolt past the rest of the undead experiments blocking the entrance, choosing to flee instead of engage as he’d barely avoid their clumsy, but powerful strikes. “You should choose your allies better, ya know.” “Shut it-” He barely managed to block a blow from one of the experiments strikes, its two extra arms attempting to reach and grab for the Tuatha’s head. “-Only Cecillia gets to ‘headpat’ me!” He’d retort, shoving the creature back and glancing between the Fomorian and the retreating Niall before swiftly coming to a decision himself. “Damn it…fine!” With a powerful swing, he’d cleave his way through another undead that was creeping up on him, following Niall out of the storage area. “I’ll get my revenge on you some other day, creep.” “Oh my, so scary.” “Everyone you’ve killed, I’ll make you pay ten fold!” He’d blast out of the underground, just shortly behind Niall…but now the entire camp seemed to have been alerted to their presence. As they’d make their way out into the open, they’d find they were already surrounded not very far away from the entrance. “Hey, got any bright ideas?” The Tuatha asked Niall. Gabriel was nowhere to be immediately seen.