Coatleque watched Berrod's grimace with a half amused smirk. The way he was sitting and clutching the pile of blankets he looked like naught more than a walking pillow with a head right now.
"Ah'd 've thought such a walk'n pile o' down would be comfortable with something as dainty as tea." With that she waved a hand towards it. "Ah'm noo thirsty anymore, Maester Fr̃anz." She raised her empty glass once more as if to toast, then set it back down.
Shaking her head, she turned back to P'azih. "An' Ah'm doan with all this romance business. A bloody distr̃action is all it is. It's nae worth mae time. Ah'm just saying, yer tr̃ibes got it easy."
"Ah'd 've thought such a walk'n pile o' down would be comfortable with something as dainty as tea." With that she waved a hand towards it. "Ah'm noo thirsty anymore, Maester Fr̃anz." She raised her empty glass once more as if to toast, then set it back down.
Shaking her head, she turned back to P'azih. "An' Ah'm doan with all this romance business. A bloody distr̃action is all it is. It's nae worth mae time. Ah'm just saying, yer tr̃ibes got it easy."
