They were left with little more than candlelight and a half-empty bottle.
Telyra smiled as her tingling fingers wrapped around the neck and brought it to her off-kilter lips, watching Miraak as he licked his thumb and forefinger before pinching the wick of the only candle that hadn't yet burned itself out.
His head lulled to the side, the smoke billowing around them and disappearing into night air, a smile matching her own; he took the emptied bottle from her and chucked it as far as his heavy limbs would allow. "It has been so long," he slurred, "so, so long since I have indulged in such frivolities." His shoulder jostled hers as his body swayed in his attempt to roll his neck and release eons of built-up tension that clung like static in the bowels of Oblivion. "I have missed this, this feeling of... I am unsure what to call it."
"Don't think about it too hard," Telyra said, tapping Miraak's forehead with her knuckle. "You'll kill that feeling of whatever."
He wrapped an arm around her and chuckled as he lean backward, bringing them both to a lying position on the roof of his temple. "I cannot imagine losing it, not with you here."
With the alcohol deep in her bloodstream, her cheeks could not have reddened further, but he still sent a flutter in her gut and she smiled; nestled into the crook of his arms, she watched the stars swim in her vision, until they vanished behind eyelids too leaden to keep open. The punch of sunlight sent an ache pulsing behind her eyes as she woke up and realized something was very, very off.