Erista:
Erista shrugs, and shakes her head. "I don't think so," she answers. "We can't bring him back. I just... need some time, is all." She looks up, and makes herself smile. "Thank you, though. You help. You always do," she assures Eilieen.
Eilieen shakes her head as well. "Take the time you want. I suspect I'll do the same." She studies the tavern and sighs. "I don't really feel up to a long night of drunken revelry. Perhaps I'll simply get a room and sit quietly, awaiting morning. If you'd like to join me, by all means."
A shrug follows. "I realize I've left myself completely open to the usual Zadasthan comment, but I'll take that chance."
Sadly, Eilieen later finds herself in that very situation when, while downstairs attempting to collect Aarnr, she is accosted by a sadly inebriated farmer. It really, really had to happen at some point. For a long moment she eyes the farmer, considering the path to righteousness. Pity him? Perhaps. His friends will certainly make mockery of his failure. But no; his drinking was his own business - much like Aarnr's, she considers with some distaste - and his choice to bother her his own as well (if alcohol-fueled).
One thin brow rises. "Perhaps not. If you will excuse me, I need to help my friend."
The loss of Fergus has cut deep, and she has little pity to share for men who have drowned themselves in liquor. Aarnr, at least, has an excuse.