Yavia had convinced Mika to come home with them. Sharah knew of at least 2 tankards of Blood Wine that Tandra had before she lost yrack of the evening. She wasn’t sure Mika drank them both, but it was enough. Yavia had…well the woman had a tolerance, but she hadn’t indulged too much.

The celebration had been wonderful, and Sharah was glad she had gone. Jal’na and Lord Duroc were adorable together. Sharah wouldn’t be crazy enough to say that out loud however. Finally though, Yavia had decided the contact drunk was enough for Sharah. Especially when Sharah tried to drag her into a dark corner and tried to call Charles on her comm to join them. As amusing as it was, Yavia knew Sharah wouldn’t want what she was thinking announced over open comms.

The next morning Yavia was up and cooking breakfast. Something hydrating and light. She also had the equivalent of an asprin siting in a hypo. Sharah dragged herself out of bed and slipped on her robe. She paused at Mika’s room and knocked very softly. “Mika? There is food and water upstairs.” Then Sharah left her be. The bright open upper floor that Sharah loved was too bright. Yavia chuckled softly and went over to hug her. “Aw, Sweetheart, hangover and you didn’t even drink.”

Sharah and Yavia