[ He gives her space because she demands it. His eyebrows raised at her short, but visceral outburst. Without a word taking a step out of her way to let her go. Watching her move like she's wading thigh deep through water. Letting her struggle in silence until the loud slap of her hand as it hits the next pillar before she's loses the fight once again. A true testament of her wills when pushed, but dragged down by the capabilities of her physiology. Daemon finds himself simply watching and waiting which one will win out first. After all, she's in no true danger from anyone or anything but herself.
He only spends a moment to gather himself before making his way along the other side of the pillar with general ease. Progressing further down to the next and to lean against it to watch her progression forward. It's certainly not what he'd intended of the night, and perhaps under better circumstances he might actually enjoy the absurdity of watching his niece stumbling around blisteringly drunk. As long as she were mad at anything else but him, but he supposes these were not the fates either had been dealt with tonight. ]
Tell me, niece. What exactly do you expect me to do at this point? [ He asks, still at half the energy she might be giving him but not entirely absent of ire. He's not yet raised his voice. Knowing entirely how unfair it is of him to ask while she's doubled over and on the verge of tears. From where he sees it, there isn't anything he could do to change things. The only reason he stays longer than he's minded is out of pure spite but even he is smart enough to know that doesn't grant him impunity. It doesn't mean he doesn't care nor doesn't want to stay, but that is all she seems to think. ]
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He only spends a moment to gather himself before making his way along the other side of the pillar with general ease. Progressing further down to the next and to lean against it to watch her progression forward. It's certainly not what he'd intended of the night, and perhaps under better circumstances he might actually enjoy the absurdity of watching his niece stumbling around blisteringly drunk. As long as she were mad at anything else but him, but he supposes these were not the fates either had been dealt with tonight. ]
Tell me, niece. What exactly do you expect me to do at this point? [ He asks, still at half the energy she might be giving him but not entirely absent of ire. He's not yet raised his voice. Knowing entirely how unfair it is of him to ask while she's doubled over and on the verge of tears. From where he sees it, there isn't anything he could do to change things. The only reason he stays longer than he's minded is out of pure spite but even he is smart enough to know that doesn't grant him impunity. It doesn't mean he doesn't care nor doesn't want to stay, but that is all she seems to think. ]