[ He may never have meant for it, but she was the only one here right now. And there was too much at stake for pride to stand in the way. For either of them.

The rest of the magic slowly fades, not able to drop everything at once.

Bit by bit more fades as she watches Geralt, waiting until the last barrier drops. Sighing, she sits down on the bed next to him -- still holding onto his hand as she waves her other to clean up the glass. She can't do much about the smell, too drained to try for anything more than protection for their feet. Or at least, hers. ]

I'm not leaving you. [ She crosses her legs, looking around as she tries to figure out how the fuck they got to this point. ] You need to eat something. I can either bring something up to you or you can follow me down to the kitchen.

[ Either to sober him up a bit or give him a foundation to keep drinking. ] Besides, you need a new bottle of gin.