Chapter 90

Brandon held onto Conaan as he knocked on the door, his eyes half squinted. He was tipsy too, but Conaan had drank and he was almost unable to stand on his own. He gave a small sigh as the door opened to reveal a startled Eleanor, who seemed like she would have come running had they taken anymore time coming up to her.

"What happened..."

"He drank. I will put him to bed."

Eleanor turned to Conaan, but immediately moved away, her eyes wide. Brandon entered into the room, ignoring Conaan's gibberish. He helped him into the bed, putting him face up.

He moved away, then pulled the sheets above him, his eyes sweeping over him.

"Will he be okay?"

He nodded. "He will sober up quick enough. Do not worry."

She nodded slowly, her worried eyes turning to Conaan again. He was smiling a rather wistful smile. She abandoned what she wanted to say to Brandon, then slowly walked to Conaan.

She sat at the edge of the bed, only vaguely hearing as Brandon closed