It's okay. It was a year ago. Roughly. [ Miriam is far more annoyed that she's up and out and about with her mud mask still on, complete with curlers she'd managed to find, wrapped in a dainty little headscarf. Her nightgown isn't meant for the weather, even with her winter jacket over it.
Sarissa is absolutely going to owe her one. She finds her quick enough, lantern in hand, and she looks down. ]
( Hazily, Sarissa pulls herself up to sit, maybe a quarter of a bottle of whiskey left, that she uses as a crutch to push herself up. She’s wearing jeans, a tank, and is barefoot. Her brow furrows as she looks at Miriam, blinking a couple times. )
You shouldn’t have come out like that. You’ll— it’s too cold.
( Pot, kettle, etc. Sarissa’s mood seems more serious, with Miriam’s arrival, though to say it had sobered would be entirely too ironic. )
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Sarissa is absolutely going to owe her one. She finds her quick enough, lantern in hand, and she looks down. ]
Get up, please, before we both freeze to death.
action > should I set up a log, bruh?
You shouldn’t have come out like that. You’ll— it’s too cold.
( Pot, kettle, etc. Sarissa’s mood seems more serious, with Miriam’s arrival, though to say it had sobered would be entirely too ironic. )