After deciding he would drag Rowan back to the Fenric House, Zalyric had fully intended to dump him on someone else. Evan, for example, who was already waiting by the doors like a dutiful hound but the moment he saw Rowan swaying on his feet—no, wobbling like a newborn deer with two broken legs—
his plans shifted.
Rowan was grinning at Evan like an idiot, cheeks flushed red with drink while muttering incoherent nonsense that neither of them could understand.
"Ehh~ Evan, you know what? You… you're not so scary after all," Rowan slurred, jabbing a finger vaguely in Evan's direction before dissolving into a fit of laughter. "Ah—did I ever tell you… you have nice eyebrows?"
Evan blinked, confused. "…What?"
Rowan giggled harder, swaying dangerously close to collapsing.
