Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20150208032025/@comment-32663439-20150211222849

Fanari sighed. She took the drink and set it aside. She sat Syinter up on the side of the bed, and she got off. She started taking the wet clothes off of him. "Don't want to have soiled clothes on..." she mumbled as she removed them. She looked more like a mother than a girlfriend at the moment. After a minute she had the clothes off of Syinter, tossing them aside. She grabbed some pillows and made a small pile, turning Syinter so he was laying on them, still somewhat upright. She unbuckled her sword, leaning it against the wall. She climbed into the bed, crawling over Syinter. She sat next to him, resting against the headboard. She grabbed the alcohol. Maybe she shouldn't have any, or else she could end up in as bad a state as Syinter...