Her nerves wanted to settle as they walked, as there was clear enough evidence that they were relatively safe in this sort of lion's den. Never mind the few looks they were getting, the hiked skirt that had her companion turning his head. She didn't dare touch him, her paranoia saying that all it took was one person catching them to get the word out, and hadn't they been through enough close calls for one evening? Tomorrow still had the opportunity to wreck havoc on their little secret (which was turning into not so much of a secret any longer).
The room they were brought to was warm and she fought the desire actually sit for a moment, concerned about how quickly their host was telling Cullen to drop his trousers. One look was spared between Madame Lusine's turned back and Cullen's face, and then she shrugged. It was up to him...though she wouldn't deny the request nearly had her bristling.
The less injured of the two, she moved to stand by Cullen instead of taking her seat. "I'm fine," she promised Madame Lusine. "If it would be too much of a bother, I don't need anything." A potion back in her estate would work just as well and would relieve them of a little of their unquestionable debt from the evening. Her gaze flickered back to Cullen and she couldn't help the look of concern that leaped into her expression. "Maker's breath," she muttered. At least it didn't look so deep of a slice, though the burn over his skin was more than enough to make up for it. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad decision to stop after all.
DW, I swear I hit 'post' last night. What happened.
The room they were brought to was warm and she fought the desire actually sit for a moment, concerned about how quickly their host was telling Cullen to drop his trousers. One look was spared between Madame Lusine's turned back and Cullen's face, and then she shrugged. It was up to him...though she wouldn't deny the request nearly had her bristling.
The less injured of the two, she moved to stand by Cullen instead of taking her seat. "I'm fine," she promised Madame Lusine. "If it would be too much of a bother, I don't need anything." A potion back in her estate would work just as well and would relieve them of a little of their unquestionable debt from the evening. Her gaze flickered back to Cullen and she couldn't help the look of concern that leaped into her expression. "Maker's breath," she muttered. At least it didn't look so deep of a slice, though the burn over his skin was more than enough to make up for it. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad decision to stop after all.