They had already arrived at the sober bar, and Aria Grant was planning to head back soon to have a serious talk with the two of them. Maybe they would comfort her.
"Let's not hurry inside. There's a bathhouse just ahead. We're all covered in the scent of pasta, so why not go there first?"
A bathhouse? Even though she was indeed covered in pasta, Aria thought that if they went there, with all the noise and people, she wouldn't be able to speak her mind. Moreover, the back-and-forth would be exhausting just to think about.
"I think we should skip it and just go back to rest, don't you think?"
Juliet knew Aria was eager to get back and understood her intentions, but still felt that they needed to find a way to relax. After all, Aria had done so well, and it was only right to lend a helping hand!
"Oh, come on, look at you. If you're tired, I'll stay with you, okay? If worse comes to worst, Mira and I can carry you back together if you run out of strength."
