"Has anyone ever told you that you have a bad habit of over playing your hand?" Jemma questioned. So saying, she rose from the table and stumbled unsteadily towards the staircase leading up to her room.
From the corner of her eye, she saw Liron stare after her in a daze, before hopping to his feet, quickly saying something to the barmaid, and hurrying after her. She had just opened the door to her room when he finally caught up.
"And where do you think you're going?" Liron demanded with a gasp. Jemma thought she could see a faint trace of panic in his quivering caramel eyes, but he blinked and it was gone.
"Somewhere private," Jemma replied simply. "Or would you have rather continued to put me on display for everyone at the bar?"
