When Malachi came home at night, the lights were dimmed again. The hall was already filled with the scent of sweet jasmine that led him to the parlor where he found Ravina laying near the fireplace on the carpet, with only a pillow below her head.
"Ravina?"
She sat upright, her hair a little messy.
"What are you doing there?" He asked.
"Ah... I just... found it comfortable here," she replied.
He looked around and found the wine on the table, nearby. She followed his gaze.
"I had a few guests and offered a little wine," she explained.
He just nodded. She watched him curiously again. "I'll go to sleep," he said.
"Do you want some wine?" She asked. "You look like you need it."
"Then I should probably not have it."
"A little won't hurt," she said reaching for the jar and cups.
