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She smiled and let her hand be examined, fingers curling around the side of his hand once he was done. That had been a small demonstration, but for the most part any wounds could be healed in much the same way. There were exceptions to that rule but they were few and far between.

At the last bit she quirked an eyebrow and looked up from their joined hands to catch his gaze, clearly more than a little confused. "Althai?"

At first she didn't say anything, just staring at him with a sad expression on her face. Her hand gripped his a little tighter as she tried to ignore the fact it was trembling. "Like Illisia then..." She offered the thought aloud, not really meaning to. Her voice sounded hollow, tinted with a touch of despair.

She understood the necessity of it, but it still seemed a cruel way to go.

She leaned close and wrapped her arms around him. "It isn't your fault, Aska. But a drink does sound like a good idea, so long as I'm not drinking alone." She let him go after a moment, managing a smile. The druidess hadn't touched alcohol for several years, drinking alone was no fun and never seemed to end well for her anyway.

"You would know better than I do. Only place I know how to get to is where I'm staying." She reached for one of his hands again, smile brightening. "Guess the question is would you rather stay around here or go somewhere else." Shall we drink here and possibly make fools of ourselves in public or elsewhere, possibly more private, basically.

Come to think of it, if he wanted to go elsewhere she did have a bottle of Kaldorei liquor in with her belongings she had brought with her from Darnassus.

It was when the music flowed out into the market as a whole that Ashanti and Viira's attention alike was captured. The sound seemed to emanate from everything and nothing all at once, surprising the mortal and exciting the god.

There... what is that? The voice within seemed oddly interested by the sound and it made Viira grimace, "Music, you dolt."

I KNOW that, fool. I meant to what purpose. The snarky reply almost before Viira's response finished but it lacked the biting, scorching quality that so often accompanied his words in their frequent arguments. Perhaps an uneasy peace had been struck between them? Viira would not bow to his arrogance and Ashanti was learning - or so the Captain hoped.

She laughed at that thought - she, 'training' a god? ha! - and indulged Ashanti's curiosity as she caught sight of a group of individuals heading further into the market. Catching wind of the roasting meats on the way, the sailor's stomach grumbled and she patted it. The food here was not what she was used to, not remotely... she was still finding items that were difficult to digest or even to sample. But meat... maybe they had fish?

Upon arrival at the market party, they found the source of the music and several others gods peppered amongst a good number of mortals. Ah, a feast for the gods. How appropriate, ask which mortal arranged this to honour their betters. Viira grimaced at the order and, righting her captain's hat, the woman eyed the food laden tables for a moment before a searing wind swept across the back of her mind prompting her to get moving.

Holding hands wasn't an onerous thing at all. Aska craved contact, and if someone was so willing to give it to him, he wasn't going to complain; he was just going to cup his fingers around hers gently and feel slightly self-conscious about the carpenter's calluses on his hands. "I think leaving would be the best thing to do," he considered; "If we're drinking to get drunk, I don't want to possibly ruin everyone else's party." Considerate! chimed Althai, helpful as ever. With his free hand, Aska rubbed the side of his head. "My apartment--my home--it's not too far away. And I do have plenty of drinks there, if you'd like to partake."

After a moment, he edited, "Of course, if you'd like to go somewhere else, I wouldn't mind." Taking a woman onto your own turf in an unfamiliar place could be construed as threatening, especially back at home--but he wasn't there anymore, was he?

Still, it was only polite to offer.

"Then off we go," Aska found himself saying, smiling and tugging gently on her hand. With Whisteria in tow, they left the party.

"Adi will probably be able to let you know where he is, so you can talk to him... THey seem... Very close now, doesn't they ?" Xun Jiang's smile was impish, as he eyed where the two of them were standing, talking to a veiled god and his seemingly-mortal companion.

It was obvious that the match did not bother him at all, and... Well, even if it had, what could he do about it ? He had not even been able to talk to Elik after that night, shortly after he and Illisia had become one.

To know that Glyph would keep an eye on him - and perhaps even provide insight where he could not - was soothing.

The dragon king noticed his lover's expression change, which was mirrored by the rise of one long, feather-like eyebrow, but Xun Jiang did not pry. "I see... I would like to talk to them..." That impish grin returned, as he pressed closer to Forest. "...Later."