[The answer is not the one she wants to hear. Of course he isn't going to lie to her, but she does not like it any more just because he's being honest. Her eyes narrow, looking almost indignant back at him. The wine does not hide her emotions either even if she's not moved to reach farther for the casket of wine. It's not worth the effort, and she's already at the point of feeling good.
Only his answers and his mere presence does not make her feel good. Her lips press together in a thin line.] I should go. [Not that her lord husband is likely to be looking for her, wedding night or not.
He's made it clear. He's not here for her, and she just needs to get on with it. So she will. She moves to push herself off the floor a bit more sudden than her own body is possibly ready for. She gets about halfway up when her head swims just a little more than she's expecting, and she careens more to the side, almost pulling on him to steady herself and not end up completely in his lap or worse, the hard, dirt floor.]
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Only his answers and his mere presence does not make her feel good. Her lips press together in a thin line.] I should go. [Not that her lord husband is likely to be looking for her, wedding night or not.
He's made it clear. He's not here for her, and she just needs to get on with it. So she will. She moves to push herself off the floor a bit more sudden than her own body is possibly ready for. She gets about halfway up when her head swims just a little more than she's expecting, and she careens more to the side, almost pulling on him to steady herself and not end up completely in his lap or worse, the hard, dirt floor.]