Cyrene's Lamia body was woefully unprepared for the vagaries of a Dwarven Ale hangover. She rarely drank before meeting Cain, since drunk and blind was a horrible combination when you just wanted to go home, and afterward, she was so busy with everything that a night off to drink never really crossed her mind.
"Master Cain, save me." Cyrene moaned the moment that the light from the hallway reached her sensitive eyes.
"Open wide, drink the juice and you will feel much better," Cain said softly since her head was right next to his own.
Once everyone passed out, he moved them both to the Guild Master's room in the Graska Guild house, with its Arabian Harem theme and walls covered in silks. Seeing Cyrene's condition though, Cain regretted not fully closing the door and making it fully dark in here.
"How about a quick soak in the hot tub? There's one here in the room and I can close the door on the way there."
