Four.
For the love of The Maker, get out of the way! Move! Who put all of these chairs here? Celina tumbled into a table, throwing two men from their stools; she cursed and quickly stumbled to her feet and lunged for the door. Open damn you! Grrr, it's stuck! She charged the door with her shoulder, the bolt snapped and sent her tumbling out into the rain and mud, where she then proceeded to throw her guts up and pass out.
***
Celina slowly opened her eyes and immediately wished she had not. The sun poured straight through the open window and into her head, it felt like it was going to explode; she rolled over and sunk her head into a pillow, making a low pitched moan. She laid face down on the bed for a few minutes longer, trying to keep her stomach inside of her. She suddenly noticed she was being watched and slowly turned over. Leliana was sat in a chair in the dark corner of the room, nails tapping on the arm...she did not look happy.
Celina conjured a weak smile "Good morning." She raised one hand above her eyes and squinted against the light.
"Why?" Leliana leant forward "Why do you have to be like this every single time?"
"Why do you have to be like this every sing—." Celina said in a mocking tone "You sound like my old Nan for The Makers sakes.
"Fine, I'll be downstairs!" Leliana stormed out of the room, Celina could hear her shouting in frustration as she descended the stairs to the Inn's common room.
What a state I must be. Maker knows how long it was before somebody came out and collected me, she removed the bed sheets expecting to be covered in dirt but she was naked and there wasn't a speck on her. She groggily hoisted herself up, the room seemed to do a back flip and before she knew it she was lying face down on the floor.
"Bastard!" Let's try again shall we? She raised herself and looked around the room, there was a bucket full or murky water, a bar of soap and a sponge laying beside the bed. Next to the chair were the clothes Leliana had wore the previous night, Celina picked them up and hastily dropped them, they reeked of vomit. "Oh Leliana." Celina let out a short sob. How much of a fool am I? I get stone blind drunk, you clean me up, put up with me for the night...and then all I can do is insult you the next morning. Celina had only just finished donning her smallclothes when Oghren burst through the door. Celina jumped to cover herself.
"Misery, vomit and malt liquor. Ah, reminds me of home." He had two flowing pitchers of ale in his hands, he halted in the doorway, looked Celina up and down, smirked, belched loudly and set off back down to the common room. Celina sighed, found her leather clothing, slid into it the best she could without collapsing, straightened herself up and set off down the stairs.
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The common room was a large open area, there were seats for at least sixty people, the long bar sat along the wall next to the stairs she had descended. Giant kegs and dozens of bottles of spirits from Ferelden and Orlais lined the back of the bar. The barkeep shook his head at Celina as he noticed her, his behemoth stomach threatening to break free of his breeches. The door had been haphazardly reattached to the frame, leaving a gap at the top and bottom due to it being on a slant...She must've hit it harder than she though. Leliana was sitting at a table in the middle of the room, with her back facing the stairs. Celina moved over to sit with Leliana, she was eating a bowl of porridge and staring at the door. Celina brushed her shoulder with her hand as she walked past, she gave no reaction. After minutes of sitting in silence Celina gathered the courage to speak up.
"Look Leliana, I've been an arse."
"Oh? Have you? Is that what you would call it?"
Celina gave her a quizzical look before realising it was sarcasm, Leliana never used sarcasm...She must have really been angry.
"I'm sorry..." Tears welled in her eyes, she tried to blink them back but couldn't so she stared down at the table. She hated confrontations with Leliana, they usually always ended up with her crying and begging for forgiveness. The fear of losing her love was just too much for her, and she had a feeling if this kept on that would be precisely what would happen. She knew Leliana hated it too, she was just much better at masking her emotions.
"I don't want to talk about it now."
Celina snivelled and wiped at her eyes. She looked back up at Leliana "I love you..."
Leliana stared at Celina Oh how could I stay mad at her...she loves me so much, and I her. She looked so sweet and innocent, the tears streaking down her supple cheeks, her succulent lips quivering, her deep penetrating eyes filled with so much love and sorrow. And there she was, she wasn't the great Hero of Ferelden, Slayer of Archdemons, Commander of the Grey. She was a young woman, afraid that she was about to lose her first love. Leliana leant across the table and wiped the tears from Celinas cheeks.
"Come on, I'll get you some food, you can take your time with that, and then we'll set across the border." She rose to her feet and walked to the bar.
Celina was still shaking when Leliana returned with a bowl of porridge, she placed the bowl in front of Celina and moved her chair around so that they were next to each other. She wrapped her arms around her and rocked back and forth, whispering a beautiful song into the Wardens ear. They locked eyes and smiled.
"Heh, humans." Oghren sat in a corner of the room nursing a pint of ale as though it was a child, whispering sweet nothings to it. He belched loudly, banged his chest and strode into the toilets. He returned minutes later with his head held high, in some sort of triumph. And with that, returned to his Ale.