"parched." she hums a response, walking around the chair and pressing her lips to his shoulder as she passes by. grasping the silver pitcher of water ok her table.
—— aemond couldn't help but approach one of the pieces of furniture, his fingertips smoothing along the top of the chair back with a soft sigh before carefully frowning and turning his attention back to alyssa. "are you thirsty by any chance?"