Chastershire

Anna would finish her fourth drink and start on another. She had earned it, and she was trying to drink away the pain, and the death. "Tha's wha' I like about you," she said without reservation, due to the warm liquid she was drinking. She would end up eating at least two plates full of food, not caring that it might not seem lady-like to eat so much. She wasn't a Lady. "Yer actually a really nice guy, Aodh, an' ye are nae an arsehole. Trust me, I have seen more 'n my fair share of people that just need to have their skulls bashed in. But not you. Yer like a rainbow after the rain."  Anna hiccuped once, then giggled immediately after. She had already had more than what she usually did, and it was obvious by the fact she had completely lost most of her reservations in what she was saying to him. "I need a bath," she would take a swig of her drink again, about halfway done with it already. "Do ye wanna take a bath? We should take a bath."  She leaned back in her chair, then again patted her sword and staff. After being reassured that her two main weapons were still nearby, she patted her other hip and then lifted her right leg to check the inside of her boot for another dagger. When she was satisfied that her dagger was still there, she would let her boot hit the floor.  "Hmmm, I think I got everythin'. Ye know, ye shouldn't have such a pretty face." She paused for a second, "Tis distractin'."  Another giggle escaped her lips while she stared at his face, and then she took another sip. She was going to feel super ridiculous in the morning, that is, if she remembered half of what she said or was told about what she said.

Anna scowled at him, a bit confused as she had not really meant to say that she wanted to bathe with him, or had she? "Good idea," she murmered a bit uncertainly. The alcohol had allowed her to admit that she found him attractive, but hopefully she would not remember saying so, otherwise she would be sorely embarrasssed. More than likely he would not put any stock into it either, as she was quite drunk. She would take his offered hand and get to her feet, a bit unsteady. Then she would grab her staff in the other hand. "I feel funny," she admits to him, gripping his hand tightly for support. Then she scowls at him again, "We are friends now, yer supposed to call me Anna." She would walk with him, though a bit unsteady, and her fingers would grip his hand all the more tightly. Being a little jumpy, she thought she heard something, and she would swing her staff out, as if preemptively striking a foe that was not there. Once she realizes nothing was there, she would relax her arm that held the staff and a soft whimper would escape her lips.  "Please dun leave me alone. I do nae feel so good." She also did not trust Aodh's people, she did not know them, and she knew that she was not at her best and could not effectively defend herself.

Anna would stand a bit unsteadily near the bath as Aodh left to go stand by the door. Her blue gaze took in the rest of the room and she would relax slightly once she saw that no one else was there that she did not know. She would dart a glance towards Aodh, standing with his back towards her, and she would feel relief that he would keep an eye on her. She could not remember the last time she had ever been drunk, though it wasn't like she could really remember a lot at the moment, her mind was a bit foggy. "S'why I do nae get drunk," she would say on a sigh, though she did not quite clarify her statement to reflect if it was the way she felt, or how she did not like feeling like she couldn't fight, or if there was another reason altogether. She would put her staff beside the tub, as well as her sword, and then the dagger from her hip. By some miracle, she still had the satchel that had some clothes and other supplies in it; she must have tied it to herself when she had removed it from Nightshade. She dropped that gently to the floor. Then she would turn her back towards Aodh at that point, removing the rest of her clothes, and exposing all the scars at the tops of her arms and the criss crossing mess of scars along her back. Some were battle wounds, and some were from a time when she had been whipped for some infraction or other. The latter was partially a reason why she preferred to stand up for those who could not stand up for themselves.

Anna would climb into the bath and proceed to scrub herself clean vigorously, including her hair. Then she would sit in the water, letting the warmth ease the ache in her sore legs from having been in the saddle so long. She would mumble softly, "A full belly and a bath..." and she would trail off, having lost her thought.  Her eyes would close briefly, and perhaps she would doze off for a few minutes due to the warmth of the bath and feeling safe enough to do so with Aodh on watch.

However, Anna is startled awake by a nightmare, and finds herself naked in an unfamiliar room in a bath, though what truly registers is that everything is unfamiliar. The nightmare still fresh in her mind, she cries out, though not as loud as a scream as her training was geared towards being quiet and then a few whimpers escape her lips. Her immediate reaction is to reach for a weapon, but she isn't wearing any in the tub, and it freaks her out.  Her mind still being somewhat addled by the amount of whiskey she had imbimbed, she continues to sit in the tub whimpering. Someone had taken her weapons and she was somewhere unfamiliar, and all she could see was the man's eyes that had stared at her like she was a stolen meal.

Anna actually had two daggers, one on the floor and one in her right boot near the tub, as well as the sword and staff that he handed to her.  At first, she did not notice his approach, mostly because the nightmare was still fresh in her mind and her mind was a bit addled by the whiskey. She usually didn't drink more than two before switching to something else, and she'd had five. Next time she decided to get drunk, someone seriously needs to tell her that it is a bad idea. She would blink, and then her staff was in her left hand while her sword was in her right. She did not question how they got there, as she could not think that clearly, and then she saw a man nearby. In her addled state she did not recognize him and instead saw the man from the nightmare.  She got to her feet immediately, her arms moving outwards to steady her balance. Once she was steady on her feet she would jump at him, intending to knock him to the ground and if that succeeded she would move her sword to his throat.  That was her intent, anyway.  A trained warrior she might be, but she was also slick with soapy water and intoxicated.  

Anna would blink a bit in confusion when her actions did not seem to follow through as smoothly as they would have if she had not been drunk.  Then he growled at her, and his voice started to penetrate the fog she was in from the alcohol and being over exhausted from her prior adventure. However, he then snatched her up and removed her weapons, which freaked her out and she would struggle in his arms at first until she realized he had put a towel around her, which would have been the exact opposite of what someone that intended her harm would do. That is when she started to calm down a little. He then placed her on the bed and grabbed her face so that she was forced to stare at him. Finally, she was able to listen to what he was saying. She was safe, it was Aodh. Recognition lit up her eyes and she moved both of her hands to touch the sides of his face while her brow furrowed slightly. "Aodh?" she said in a shaky voice, her eyes welling with unshed tears. "I thought... I thought I saw... that man," she admits on a hiccup. Her fingertips stroked his cheek, as if to reassure herself that he was real. "It is you," she would say once convinced and then she would push forward to hug him, relieved. She closed her eyes to keep the tears at bay. She whispers, "Sorry, sorry."

When Aodh mentioned that the man was dead, she would shiver slightly.  "I... I know... I guess I forgot.... for a minute," she would say slowly.  She was completely unaware of the conflict of feelings she was invoking in him.  She wasn't even entirely aware that all she was wearing was a towel, either. She was aware that he hugged her in return, and even went so far as to stroke her hair softly, which was not something that she was used to by any means. However, most of her walls were down, and she was starting to calm down. She would briefly hug him tighter and press her face into him while he stroked her hair. Softly, "I am sorry, Aodh. 'Tis why I do nae drink so much," she would say against his skin. It might be extremely painful for him to comfort her, but for her it was something she did not even know she needed. The realization though hit her that she was quite a bit drunk, and that on a regular basis there was no way he would have gotten this close to her. That she did not have anyone who would be so close to her. Idly she let her fingertips stroke over his face once more, because it would probably be the last time she could do it. "Truly sorry," she would murmer once again against his skin, apologizing for her drunk behavior, though she already did not remember most of it. She remembered attacking him though, and she felt bad about it, even though while sober she did wish that they could spar.