Leaving
"She didn't even drink ale for heaven's sake, how is she drunk?" Confused, Orson asked Elian to confirm how the hell she got drunk in front of them. They already told the alehouse keeper to serve her something extremely light, so her unexplainable situation wasn't clear to either of them.
Taking her drink in his grasp, Elian sniffed it quickly. Puzzled for some seconds, he took another sniff before setting down her glass drink of strawberry on the table. He closed his eyes like a fool who just realized something late, and then he opened them back.
"Strawberry Daiquiri contains really light liquor, but I guess she can't even handle that." He shifted his attention to Inna who was humming a melodious tune with her head thrown back on the chair.
"And she wanted to drink ale." Orson was tempted to use this opportunity to give her all the scoldings, but he refrained from it, afraid she might remember them when she wakes up.