Emerelda didn't know how she had gotten where she was, though she only remembers blinking and opening her eyes to spot Elliot standing before her with a worried expression. She looks around confused with a pounding headache. She was in the drawing room, on the long sofa. The curtains were pulled tight together indicating it was dark out, the gas lamps on.
Elliot had his uniform on frowning at her, "Are you alright?" he softly asked.
Emerelda blinked again and tried to regain herself, "Yes." She heard herself say.
Elliot looks at her right hand and back at her, "Are you sure,?"
"Yes," she replies again, her voice slow and almost slurred.
Elliot bends and takes something that was in Emerelda's hands. She looks at her hand and saw an alcohol bottle clenched in her hand, half empty.
"I'll take this from you." Elliot says.
Emerelda blinks hard again, "Oh. How on earth do I have that?"
