Tyris has taken to drinking. Well... Taken to drinking more than usual. She found herself ranting in her drunken stupor to Arastine, "So she knows, and she's told on us. And, *hic* she's gonna... gonna tell Marla too. But you think Marla won't kill us because we're so fuckin' valuable now? We weren't valuable before. Why're we valuable now, huh bub? *hic* We're all gonna die! What was the plan before? Cave Marla's damn house in on her when she gets back? Ain't happenin' now I'll tell ya! She's gonna be on high alert! And if she needed us so much we wouldn't have a problem to begin with!"
Astrid impatiently cut in, "We still need to kill the damn witch! What about me taking the lead? We have to-"
Tyris slapped Astrid hard across her cheek, "This isn't all about you, you spoiled brat!"
There was a moment of utter silence as Astrid held her face, which now had a red hand-shaped mark on it, while wide-eyed in disbelief.
Tyris realized what she had just done and jumped back to her senses. She said, "I- Astrid, I'm sorry. I didn't... I was just caught up in the... I didn't mean it."
"No," Astrid said, "I get it. Actually, though harsh... I may be a bit selfish. Still, I believe this is the right course of action. " with a solemn expression, seemingly getting some sense knocked into her as well.
"and... I agree with that," Tyris said, "W-what are we even *hic* fighting about again?" she then looked back to Arastine. "Oh... Oh yeah. Arastine, you're the closest thing we got for uh, guidance. I'm worried."
