and there's a glass on the table, they say it's gonna ease all my pain

[lettersfromhome]

WHO: Mia Rutherford and OPEN
WHAT: She spends a lot of time taking care of everyone else. She needs a drink or five to unwind before getting back to it.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Herald's Rest
NOTES: Alcohol? Bad decisions?

She's not proud of herself for this. But there are breaking points, and she's nearing one, and it's better to deal with them pre-emptively than not, and have a fuss be made later. There are things that are completely out of her control, Maker knows, and she needs to make her peace with them.

Wine helps. So does the ambiance of the tavern, even if she sits alone. There's a homesickness that claws at her, though she refuses to let it take root too deeply. There's work to be done here, after all--

No. No work tonight. Just...relax. Listen to the music and the noise and the banter and try to let it go.

Easier said than done, but she'll muddle through it. Stubbornness is a Rutherford family trait, apparently.

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[mythalenaste]

Okay. Is it just her, or is Mia less happy now that the thing she was so afraid of isn't an issue? Enh. Cullen's problem.

"I want to teach you how to do what I've been doing. So you can take care of him instead, and these rumors are put to rest. You're the one who ought to be doing it anyway; there's something to be said for the healing of a loved one's touch."

[lettersfromhome]

"Very well."

The words are clipped, and Mia's arms fold over her chest. Perhaps telling her directly after drinking a great deal was not as clever a plan as Pel imagined, but there was no helping it now.

It was all she could do to hold her tongue, at this point, and not speak her mind in very plain terms. Pel had come around to telling her truth, after all.

Eventually.

[mythalenaste]

Pel is getting mixed signals here. Clearly Mia is unhappy with this arrangement.

"Or...not, if you don't want to."

[lettersfromhome]

And there went her restraint, snapping like a sewing thread.

"Do I not appear grateful?" The words were all but bitten out. "Then I apologize. I'm quite thankful that you've decided to be forthright with me."

Her eyes narrow.

"Now that you've deemed it appropriate to do so."

[mythalenaste]

Pel's eyes narrow faintly.

"I had to ask Cullen, first. And anyway, we were on the wall. Someone could hear."

[lettersfromhome]

"And so you had no choice but to lie. And not simply to lie, at that." Her brow furrowed as she gestured sharply with one hand, her disgust more than evident. "You pretended this was some tender affair that I should protect with my silence. Oh, how sweet you were. I felt sorry for you. I--"

No. That was personal. That, she doesn't get to have. She drew herself up again, a deep breath taken. "And if you thought my brother would agree to such dishonesty, you don't know him at all. And never did."

[mythalenaste]

"All right." She's gonna get it off her chest, so Pel just kind of lets the words roll off her. Nothing she says or argues is going to help here. She's dealt with upset family members before. She was the Keeper's right hand during a terrible plague when she was nine years old. This is nothing.

"Let's get you back downstairs where it's warm and there's something to drink and we'll talk about how to make a compress that'll help his headaches."

[lettersfromhome]

Well. That was apparently that. No defense, no sense of remorse, nothing. It was as if she'd said nothing at all.

What is this woman?

No. No matter. She'll trust her no farther than she can be thrown, in the future, and that will be that.

"Are you certain you don't mind being overheard?" she replies coldly.

[mythalenaste]

"The only thing I'll be discussing is how to make a cold compress. That's not exactly sensitive information. Come on, I'll buy you soup."

She snuffs the candles in the room and opens the door for Mia.

[lettersfromhome]

"No. The compress will suffice, thank you."

If she's trying to warm up to her again, it's the wrong tack to take. She does take the open door, however. That anger gets balled up, shoved into a corner to be dealt with later.

[mythalenaste]

Pel has no illusions about making Mia like her. She doesn't even intend to teach her how to make the compress, not while Mia is tipsy. She just wants to be sure Mia eats and stays warm, and has someone to take her back to her quarters after this.

Once they're downstairs, Pel orders two bowls of soup and bread to go with, and some wine for them both. She takes her bowl and dips the bread.

"I'll teach you once you've eaten up."

[lettersfromhome]

"I've eaten."

Rutherford stubbornness was a difficult thing to contest, particularly when they were in a mood. She resumed the seat she'd taken, and Pel was left with two bowls of soup to herself, while Mia ordered her own glass of wine.

[mythalenaste]

Well, Pel knows where this woman's priorities lie. She finishes her food and picks up what she ordered for Mia and brings it to her table, sitting across from her. She sets the food and the wine down and folds her arms against herself. Pensive and stoic, but only aloof if Mia is determined to see it that way.

"Food's yours if you want it. Do with it as you please, but don't leave it for me to clean up."

[lettersfromhome]

"Then I suppose it doesn't matter if I want it or not, does it?"

She'd said 'no'. She'd said a great deal in the last few minutes, none of which seemed to matter at all to the elf. Expecting her word to then carry any weight at all was a touch hypocritical, where Mia sat.

Drinking her wine. Quite content not to have anything to do with her soup.

[mythalenaste]

And where Pel sat, she was the only one in the room a) making sense and b) not making this about her. So yes, she was the one whose words deserved heeding. But she's patient.

"There's also an extra glass of wine. The food's for if you want less of a hangover in the morning. I'm leaving it up to you. You're an adult. You can take care of yourself, calm yourself, and have perspective. You don't need me arguing with you for that. I'm just here to walk you to your quarters when you're done here."

[lettersfromhome]

A hand lifts to halt her almost before the sentence finishes.

"No. You're here to tell me about the compresses. And if you are not, then we have nothing to discuss."

[mythalenaste]

With utter calm: "I'm not teaching you compresses. You've given me no reason to think you have consideration for anyone besides yourself. You've made this entire affair about you and your feelings and I can't trust you to do what needs done if that's going to be the way it is."

[lettersfromhome]

For a moment Mia simply stares at her, incredulous. How dare she?

No. She's endured all the foolishness she's willing to endure for the night. Pel has lied to her, insulted her, and ignored her wishes entirely. If the woman is more concerned with her own agenda than seeing to Cullen's continued care, then Mia has no use for her. And no reason at all to tolerate the continued aggravation.

"Get out of my sight. And do not speak to me again."

[mythalenaste]

Pel gnaws on her lower lip briefly. Okay, that approach definitely didn't work. She sighs and stands.

"I'm sorry. For lying, and for my buggered attempts to calm you down. I know shit about talking to people. I'll teach Cullen tomorrow and he can teach you."

She picks up the bowl of soup and bread and walks away, setting the food at a table full of soldiers and heading upstairs.