Silverlight Terrace She wanted me to let down my guard

Siarut looked at the woman skeptically. Was HE alright? "I think I should be asking that question." He tried to play of the hurt he had felt, trying to let it roll off of him. It was easier said than done, but he had no desire to encounter deep emotions. "I will never eat another of those horrid things again."

He didn't feel as terrible as Ceara looked. Sia was larger, and hadn't been as drunk as her, but he could still feel the throbbing behind his eyes. "Do you feel as terrible as you look?" He couldn't help the snark as he looked at the woman, still lying on the ground.