[ Jaime knocks against the door to Brienne's chambers with the gold hand-- two solid thump thumps that end with him opening it. He doesn't bother asking if she's decent; anyone coming from an alcohol-related accident, he's sure, wouldn't have the sense for anything like that, anyway. ]
I'm sure it's not that bad... [ This is what he leads up with, but then he gets a proper look at the room, which may or may not be as he says it is. ]
[ Brienne is decent in the since that she is under the furs in her bed, though if she were to leave it the story would be a very different one. She is very pale, and her hair is sticking to her brow with sweat.
As for the room, nothing is broken or anything of the sort, there is just... a lot of vomit in various places. Brienne is not sure she has ever wanted anything as badly as she wants to clean this mess up, and yet standing up has become something of a struggle. ]
[ Brienne's comment is unnecessary, but it certainly adds a comical element to what would otherwise just look depressing. Jaime's head turns slowly, surmising all the parts of the room that's covered in sick, and then he goes to meet Brienne's gaze where she watches from her bed. ]
...I should have brought rags. Why in seven hells did you move so much?
[ Jaime is going to have to leave the room to grab things to clean with, but he doesn't want her to think he's running away (not that he isn't thinking about running, of course, but he's trying to be good, here). So for now, he comes forward, sidesteps a puddle on the floor (thank the gods it's stone), and then goes to sit at the edge of Brienne's bed. ]
[ And in her drunken state, this had proved to be more of a challenge than it had any reason to be.
She doesn't really know what to do with a gentle Jaime who sits by her side and asks how she's feeling. It makes her feel more naked than her current lack of clothing, and she pulls the furs up even higher to hide herself from his gaze and his kindness.
Not because she doesn't want it, but because she wants it so much. Just for someone to care.
But she knows better than to expect that from anyone. Not an unsightly creature such as herself. Awkward and graceless, without even charm or wit to at least make people smile. ]
Yes, well. [ His head tilts slightly, considering. ] It wouldn't be an exaggeration...
[ But Brienne does look miserable, and so Jaime gives her a proper look and a brief shrug of his shoulder. ] You're a slightly bigger fool for taking your clothes off instead of going to get water, but I suppose that's what I'm for. Don't move.
[ With that, he rises from his place, disappearing out the door and keeping it open only the smallest crack.
It takes considerable efforts, but when Jaime returns there's a jug of water held under his right arm, and then a bucket of water in his left hand. The rag he meant to bring is hung over his shoulder now, but he puts the bucket down on the floor and walks until he's got the right distance to hand the jug Brienne's way. ]
Being drunk does not do wonders for the ability to make good choices.
[ Which would be why she doesn't usually drink more than she can handle without her wits leaving her.
She accepts the water and obediently drinks, but seeing the things he brought with him and knowing that he probably means to use them, she still has to argue a little. ]
If you just leave the water and rag I can clean this up myself in a bit.
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I'm sure it's not that bad... [ This is what he leads up with, but then he gets a proper look at the room, which may or may not be as he says it is. ]
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As for the room, nothing is broken or anything of the sort, there is just... a lot of vomit in various places. Brienne is not sure she has ever wanted anything as badly as she wants to clean this mess up, and yet standing up has become something of a struggle. ]
It's not good.
i'm sorry i'm so late omg
...I should have brought rags. Why in seven hells did you move so much?
[ Jaime is going to have to leave the room to grab things to clean with, but he doesn't want her to think he's running away (not that he isn't thinking about running, of course, but he's trying to be good, here). So for now, he comes forward, sidesteps a puddle on the floor (thank the gods it's stone), and then goes to sit at the edge of Brienne's bed. ]
How do you feel?
never a problem, don't worry!
[ And in her drunken state, this had proved to be more of a challenge than it had any reason to be.
She doesn't really know what to do with a gentle Jaime who sits by her side and asks how she's feeling. It makes her feel more naked than her current lack of clothing, and she pulls the furs up even higher to hide herself from his gaze and his kindness.
Not because she doesn't want it, but because she wants it so much. Just for someone to care.
But she knows better than to expect that from anyone. Not an unsightly creature such as herself. Awkward and graceless, without even charm or wit to at least make people smile. ]
I feel like a bloody fool, that's how.
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[ But Brienne does look miserable, and so Jaime gives her a proper look and a brief shrug of his shoulder. ] You're a slightly bigger fool for taking your clothes off instead of going to get water, but I suppose that's what I'm for. Don't move.
[ With that, he rises from his place, disappearing out the door and keeping it open only the smallest crack.
It takes considerable efforts, but when Jaime returns there's a jug of water held under his right arm, and then a bucket of water in his left hand. The rag he meant to bring is hung over his shoulder now, but he puts the bucket down on the floor and walks until he's got the right distance to hand the jug Brienne's way. ]
Drink. [ He doesn't want any arguments. ]
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[ Which would be why she doesn't usually drink more than she can handle without her wits leaving her.
She accepts the water and obediently drinks, but seeing the things he brought with him and knowing that he probably means to use them, she still has to argue a little. ]
If you just leave the water and rag I can clean this up myself in a bit.