[Aymeric comes in and sits to the side, allowing room for Estinien to lay down for a massage if he wishes for it. Aymeric's eyes dart to the one bit of normalcy between them spending time together. He picks up the liquor bottle and passes it to Estinien.]
This should steal the ache from your skin and warm your gut, my friend. [It was evident that some sips had been taken already, but there was still most of the bottle left. Wanna get weird, Estinien?]
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This should steal the ache from your skin and warm your gut, my friend. [It was evident that some sips had been taken already, but there was still most of the bottle left. Wanna get weird, Estinien?]