***THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS 18+ CONTENT. LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE. VIEWERS DISCRETION ADVISED***
Skye gasped silently as a heavy melancholy settled around them. She reached out and grabbed the majority of Shasta's hand that Maevis wasn't already touching. Shasta hung her head a moment to collect herself, and turned her hand upwards to return the gesture to her friends.
Skye wanted to hug Shasta so badly, but wasn't sure how she would react to such familiarity. The ale was beginning to take effect, and her emotions were beginning to kick into overdrive. She so badly wanted to comfort her new friend, but held herself back. She considered where they were and decided to wait until Shasta had finished with her stories, and the crowds had thinned out before doing anything rash.