Raegar opened his mouth to respond to Lyra, but before he could, she slumped forward, collapsing onto their bedroom table with a soft thud. He rose from his seat, shaking his head in mild exasperation, though the room tilted slightly from the haze of too much sake.
Stumbling once, he steadied himself and shuffled toward his room, the floor creaking under his unsteady steps. Reaching the bed, he all but fell into it, the world still spinning faintly as he sank into the covers.
The next morning Raegar woke up early only to hear a boom of thunder above forcing him to climb out of bed. He shivered when the cold air brushed against him while thinking. 'Now let's get ready for the day.'
After dragging himself from bed, he staggered to the inn's bathhouse, where he soaked away the lingering sake in the steaming water. Refreshed and dressed, he stepped outside, the crisp air hitting his face just as Tarrin and the others emerged from the inn.
