>"My apologies. I most certainly didn't mean to cast any aspersions on your care; I simply thought more hands might make a smoother trip. While this may be your domain, I believe we're all responsible to do what we can to help others in need."
>"Offer's appreciated, lady." Lilian replies, with a tip of her imaginary hat. "But Kamitsure's stronger than she looks. Ain't that right, sparky?"
>The blonde miko draws herself to her full height. "Haven't I told you not to call me that." she intones, a statement more than a question.
>"Sure. But you lost the game later."
>Kamitsure grumbles audibly, but diverts her attention back towards her charge, whose head seems to be drooping again. You've been around enough drunks to know that, usually, after vomiting like she did, most drunks tend to start nodding off. The act of vomiting is a taxing thing under normal circumstances, let alone when one is as wasted as she is. It tends to consume what little energy a drunk has left.
>She does, however, make one more effort to fix her eyes on you. With partial success. She manages to lock her right eye on your face, but her left eye seems to wander a bit.
