Avigd makes one token attempt at wriggling out from under Astrid’s elbow, but he’s drunk enough that his heels drag and stumble, and instead he does wind up having to lean on them for support as the two women start to walk him out. Like two friends helping a third out so he doesn’t pass out with his head on the table.

(Look, Riftwatch isn’t only bullying this dwarf.)

But as they work on shuffling him to the exit, Astrid looks at Hermione over his head, instantly amused. “How the fuck did that even come up? Sounds like I need you to go round all the pubs hyping me up, you can tell them all how good I am in the sack—”