Celia felt her own belly lurching at the sour smell of liquor and bile as it hit her. Like hell she was going to end up vomiting too, though.
Definitely not in front of a certain young lord.
Lucas looked at the doors that Sarai had escaped through before he tipped his head back and gave a weary sigh. "So much for helping."
He then turned to look at Tobin. "Let's get you into bed, Your Highness, shall we?"
The drunk man could only nod mutely.
"I'm sorry to ask to ask this of you, my lady. But could you possibly help me?" Lucas looked at Celia, embarrassed at the question.
She quickly nodded and moved to Tobin's side, her bare feet carefully sidestepping the vomit soaking into the rug. She draped his arm over her shoulders and wrapped her own arm around his thick middle.
Lucas grabbed Tobin from the other side and together the two tried to steer him towards the bedchamber.