She squinted blearily up at him, shifting tiredly. "You drank a lot last night," she said, gesturing to the glass on the bedside table. "And you got... I don't know. You got really sad and eventually, you just asked me to stay with you for the night."
"Don't be sorry," she hastened, sitting up sleepily and turning to look at him. "It's not a problem. You were being funny, anyhow."
She laughed lightly, raising one eyebrow. "Yes. Funny," she replied, standing up. "Before you got sad, I mean. People do not drink for fun in my family, so to see you so quick to drink was..." She hesitated, her brow furrowing. "What is the word? Startling, I suppose. It was startling."
She hesitated before shrugging smoothly. "Do not fret," she said after a moment. "My opinion of you has not fallen, and frankly, that's all that really matters."
She laughed too, a light flush playing on the bridge of her nose. "Yes. Rest assured, I do not think poorly of you."
She blinked in surprise, glancing up at his finger before laughing, her flush deepening. “You cannot blame that on the drinking,” she replied lightly, raising an eyebrow.
His inspection caused her to squint furiously at him. “Oh, apt analysis, Basel. Are you sure you’re a doctor?”
“It’s quite warm in here,” she said stiffly. “And I just woke up. I think it is unnatural that you are not red.”
She glared at him, pursing her lips slightly. "Are you performing anymore tests? You need more blood, right?"
