Arei nudged Jos awake as they neared the inn. She'd fallen asleep against his chest. "Wake up, kitten. We've made it back." He jumped to the ground first then lifted her down. He took her hand and guided her to the bar. "When possible, could you send dinner and the bath to our room." He nodded to Jos who was holding one of his hands in both of hers and leaning her head against his arm. "As you can tell my bride is tired from our trip."
The voice of the Irish sailor chimed in from somewhere behind them with rude comments. Jos clung tightly to the hand in her grip as she looked around the room. Those men were trash. the worst of worst. She could smell their bad deeds from here. She glared at the man as he made jesters to her.
"Come, kitten." Arei said tugging her hand lightly. He followed her irritated gaze to the table. "Looks like the landlord here has yet to take out the trash." He called out loud enough for the barmaid and the men to hear before making his way up the stairs.