Yeah, that's the good stuff Christine, he is a happy nuggalope now. Lux can be a jealous little shit all he wants but he's small enough to sleep in the bed smooshed against Araceli and Korrin so he doesn't really have the right to be jealous of this. Araceli does lean over to see what his feet are doing but no, still fists. Foiled again. "Please take care. I have no wish for anyone to-" she swallows, not quite looking at Christine when she continues, "to be...affected so."

Like I was, she means, knowing that red lyrium drives people to lock others in cages in the middle of a freezing waste.

"I try to eat with Korrin, get some time on the walls and rooftops, and I have work to do in the tavern. It is a hard job to part so many from their money at the tables but if it must be done each night by someone, then I am willing to take on such a task. It reminds me of home - I'd go there most nights with friends, though they were all on the streets, more like places in Antiva but close enough." The level of gossip is on par and that's the bit that counts more so it's why she can't really miss more than an evening here or there.

"I like that. And they came from the mountains too, I think we might have been flattened without the help of that Avvar hold."