Syrise dragged Jazax up the stairs, out of earshot of the others. It was probably best he heard about it alone, after all. Once she was sure they were alone enough, she dropped him down into one of the inn's many beds. He quickly sat up and scowled at her, clearly annoyed from all the manhandling.
Syrise looked at him for a minute, unable to figure out how to deliver the news lightly. She knew this was a very sensitive topic for him. Jazax slowly perked an eyebrow after she continued to just stare at him, and Syrise growled in frustration, beginning to pace.
"...Uh, you alright there, Syrise?" Jazax asked slowly, watching her walk back and forth.
"No," She sighed, waving a hand, "Shut up. I'm trying to figure out how to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Jazax sat forward a little.
"The thing."
"What thing?"
"The thing! The thing! You know, the thing!" Syrise waved her arms in exasperation.
"Uh…" Jazax furrowed his brow, glancing aside, "Is this thing about the tauren guy?"
"Huh? What?" Syrise stopped, perking a long blonde eyebrow at him, "Khail? Why would-that's not even-what? No? What?"
"Okay, okay," Jazax held up his hands defensively, "Don't bite my head off, lady. If it ain't about your boyfriend, then what?"
Syrise turned towards him, putting one hand on her hip as the other pinched the bridge of her nose.
"Boy-what-no. Jazzy, ew. He's, like, way too old."
"Is a hundred years really that much of a difference for you elves?" Jazax glanced aside.
"Um, yes?" Syrise lowered her hand from her face, "We're not even considered adults until our first cen-wait, wait, why are we even talking about this again?"
She groaned and began to pace again, her fists straight down by her sides.
"Stop distracting me, Jazzy," She growled, "I have something important to tell you. And it's actually important this time."
"Sure, sure," Jazax mumbled, flopping back against the bed, "So important you can't even remember it."
"I remember!" Syrise scoffed, stopping short in her pacing, "I'm just trying to break it to you lightly, alright?!"
"Why? What do you care?" Jazax shrugged, causing Syrise to roll her eyes, "Nobody ever cares what happens to me."
"By the Sunwell," She groaned, approaching the foot of the bed, "You sound like one of those human teenagers. What has you in such a bad mood? I didn't even get to tell you anything yet!"
"Yeah, you've barely said two words to me since you got here," Jazax grumbled, crossing his arms, "You're spending all your time with your new tauren friend."
Syrise put her hands on her hips, looking down at Jazax flatly.
"What is your obsession with Khail?" She sighed, "Do you think he's cute or something?"
"Do you?" Jazax asked, glancing aside again.
"Yeah, I have a real thing for grandfather-types, didn't you know?" Syrise said sarcastically, "Because nothing is more attractive than wrinkles and senility."
"I knew it," Jazax nodded, as if confirming his own suspicions.
"...Jazzy, I'm joking," Syrise sighed, covering her face with her hand, "And either why, why do you care?"
Jazax sat up, going to say something, but instead just scowled at a spot on the floor. Syrise slowly perked an eyebrow, finding his reaction odd. Actually, this whole conversation was odd. And not at all what she even wanted to talk to him about!
"...No reason," He shrugged after a minute, "I don't even care, actually."
"Great, then back to the topic at hand," Syrise nodded, trying to pull the conversation back on track, "I have some good news and some bad news."
"Okay?" Jazax perked an eyebrow.
"Good news or bad first?"
"Uhh, good?" He shrugged.
"Okay, well, good news is…" Syrise clasped her hands together in front of her chest, "Somebody tried to rob you, and that somebody was your ex-wife Tezz."
"How is that good news?" Jazax scowled, "And either way, I knew that already."
"Wait, you did?" Syrise blinked in surprise, "Oh. Well, uh, the good part is that I got your money back from her!"
"I knew that part too," Jazax nodded.
Syrise cocked her head to the side in surprise, but nodded.
"Okay, then," She rubbed her head, "I guess that's not really news then."
"Yeah, not really…" Jazax agreed quietly.
"But I still have the bad news!" She added hopefully after a moment.
"Yay?" Jazax furrowed his brow.
"Well, I mean, it's bad. But at least you probably don't know it already!"
"Alright? So what's the bad news?"
"Mythene's crazy sister is running around Moonglade somewhere right now, possibly in the form of a panther."
Jazax blinked for a moment before setting a hand on his chin.
"Wait, the night elf lady I killed?" He tapped his chin, "She should be splattered somewhere at the bottom of the Veiled Sea."
"Yeah, I was as surprised as you are," Syrise shrugged, "But I guess she survived."
"She must've healed herself…" Jazax mumbled.
"I'm not sure if she can," Syrise set a hand on her hip, "I mean, I shot her with an arrow and she didn't heal herself."
"Huh? But I thought all druids could heal stuff? At least little things like that?"
"That's what I thought too," Syrise nodded, "But I guess she can't for some reason?"
"Think Mythene would know why?"
"I don't know," Syrise said with a shrug, "But it couldn't hurt to ask her, right?"
"Yeah, if anyone would know about her crazy sister, it'd be her," Jazax agreed, jumping down from the bed.
Syrise gave a brisk nod, pleased to have a plan of action. But when Jazax reached the top of the stairs, she suddenly held out a hand. He paused, seeing her gesture, and looked back with a perked eyebrow.
"I almost forgot," Syrise said as she approached him, "There's one other thing."
She fished into her pocket until she found what she was looking for. Then she held it out to Jazax, who took the little card and looked at it curiously. Flipping it over in his hand, he saw the lipstick and frowned immediately. Syrise found herself frowning too, and leaned on the railing of the stairs next to them.
"It was really her, huh?" He sighed, before holding the card back out to Syrise.
"Yeah," Syrise nodded, pocketing the card once more, "It was definitely her."
"Just my luck, eh?" He chuckled tiredly, before beginning to descend the stairs.
Syrise frowned, glancing down for a moment.
"...And, Jazzy?"
He looked up from halfway down the stairs, single black eyebrow perked.
"Yeah, what?"
Syrise tapped her gloved fingers against the railing for a moment, before smiling gently.
"I really did miss you, you know."
Jazax slowly grinned back and shrugged lightly.
"Yeah, yeah, Syrise," He said as he turned and began to descend once more, "I know."
