[ Yennefer had no qualms about letting other people do her dirty work. Fetching juice was far from dirty, but the current dilemma she finds herself in was increasingly more dramatic. She was not sick, not injured — merely nursing a hangover and migraine.
When Ruby arrives, a voice calls from the bedroom off from the main room. ]
In — In here, and don't slam the door. [ Noises. ] Your payment is in here!
[ If Ruby follows the voice, she'd certainly find quite the sight — a sea of black hair rustled about poking from the tops of a blanket. The woman remained bundled up, keeping the light from peeking through. A payment is tossed on the floor, per her words, and as she barely peeks her face from her little cocoon of cotton, she sighs: ]
no subject
When Ruby arrives, a voice calls from the bedroom off from the main room. ]
In — In here, and don't slam the door. [ Noises. ] Your payment is in here!
[ If Ruby follows the voice, she'd certainly find quite the sight — a sea of black hair rustled about poking from the tops of a blanket. The woman remained bundled up, keeping the light from peeking through. A payment is tossed on the floor, per her words, and as she barely peeks her face from her little cocoon of cotton, she sighs: ]
You have my thanks.