Seras heard June scamper away with the promise of napkins. When she returned, Seras had managed to extricate herself from the table and stood beside it, dark patches on her dress where the mead had soaked through. She looked as if she didn’t know what to do with herself.
June returned and Serafina smiled timidly, embarrassed at spilling but thankful for June’s effort. When she spoke, a split second passed where Seras thought she was talking about her dress. Panicked refusal rose in her throat. The linen that stuck to her skin was uncomfortable, but the dress hardly needed to be replaced. She’d send it to be laundered and that would be the end of it, not that she didn’t appreciate the gesture.
It dawned a moment later that June had meant her drink. She had the air of a person catching a punchline and her bluster deflated with a relieved sigh. “Don’t worry about the drink.” She said with a chuckle.
June returned and Serafina smiled timidly, embarrassed at spilling but thankful for June’s effort. When she spoke, a split second passed where Seras thought she was talking about her dress. Panicked refusal rose in her throat. The linen that stuck to her skin was uncomfortable, but the dress hardly needed to be replaced. She’d send it to be laundered and that would be the end of it, not that she didn’t appreciate the gesture.
It dawned a moment later that June had meant her drink. She had the air of a person catching a punchline and her bluster deflated with a relieved sigh. “Don’t worry about the drink.” She said with a chuckle.