On a completely unrelated note, I read Terry Goodkind's Wizard's First Rule and I found that I enjoyed it because of how original I thought it was. Mind you, I haven't read any other fantasy books other than the first book to A Song of Ice and Fire and so I thought it was fucking great.

Only to find multiple reviews stating that he was a shit author and rips off ideas, and it just made me sad lol. It was a recommendation from my chief and I value his opinoin so I'm like yeah I'll give it a shot... (cries in the corner)

ANYWAY.

2023 UPDATES BABY.

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"I've never seen leaves this color" Serana spoke wondrously.

Orange leaves littered the cobblestone on which they walked, the city was currently sleeping. Day was turning into night but one could still make out the bright orange of the leaves with the remaining sunlight cast just over the walls of Riften. The nord had been amazed with them ever since they'd entered the rift.

The journey was a tiring one, the two women had slept through most of it, and the carriage proved to be an uncomfortable bed- depsite having slept through the majority of the journey, they couldn't help their exhaustion. Often times one would lean their head on the other's shoulder or they would both sit across from each other and one would take watch while the other slept.

Five days in total to arrive, and three carriages back to back. uncomfort, was an understatement.

Irina rubbed at her eyes and she yawned irritably, the last bit of sun disappeared and only added to their exhaustion. Serana could see from the corner of her eyes that Irina was tiredly fumbling with something on her waist, when she finally turned to see what she was doing Irina held out a coinpurse for her to take.

"Here, would you pay the innkeep for the rooms? I need to speak with someone before I join you." Serana received the coinpurse with a lazy nod before registering her words.

"Rooms? Have you grown tired of me already, Irina?" the nord teased. Her black boots turned to their destination and already set off, not waiting for a response from the dovahkiin who she'd heard chuckle at the comment.

There'd been no harm in her words and Serana didn't feel offended either. It would be nice to have a change of pace once in awhile, it would also keep them more discreet. As the nord mused over the possibility of having an entire bed to herself, Irina's voice called back to her. "I am offended you would think I've grown tired of your beauty, make it a single room!"

Serana felt a bashful smile grace her lips. She didn't turn around to look at the dovahkiin but she paused her walking for just a moment before she continued on again, she could hear the lightheartedness in Irina's voice and it was a change from her usual depressed state. Her voice sounded high when she spoke this time, it was charming.

The dragonborn swiftly hurried through the streets of the city. The only souls still left out and about were shopkeepers that had stayed later to secure their merchandise within their stalls, orange eyes scanned the marketplace and briefly wondered if it would be worth the trouble to pick any locks tonight.

It probably wouldn't bode well to attract any attention now that she was in the city, giving the Dawnguard another lead on her whereabouts was the last thing she wanted to do.

Her feet took her to the cemetery and to the secret thieves guild entrance, showing up out of the blue was going to surprise many and she had an inkling that drinks would be offered. After all, it was nighttime with nothing else to do but drink and bullshit about nothing. No doubt her fellow guild members would like to catch up on the last three years of her life, and while she would love to entertain them...-

It would be wrong while she knew Lydia would be alone in a cold dungeon.

As she climbed down the ladder that led to the cistern Irina hadn't been expecting to meet a new face, in fact, the person she came face-to-face with had pulled her completely from her thoughts. There'd been a man pouring himself some wine by the ladder that Irina had climbed down from. He took notice of her from the sound her boots made on the wet stone beneath them and cocked his head to the side, "never seen you around before, are you new to the guild?"

He was a redguard, slightly darker skin than Irina and was around her height. He was a very pretty man, long eyelashes and bright eyes along with soft features. His lips were full and he looked to have a natural blush adorning his face, probably from standing too close to a fire or something warm. His hair was unlike anything she'd ever seen before, it was curled but the curls were like springs and they framed his face wonderfully so.

She'd never seen a man so beautiful before in her life. For a moment, her worries were gone. She watched as he set his wine bottle down and picked up his goblet, he turned his body to fully face her and she could see from just underneath the neckline of his navy shirt that his skin was oiled and that he had next to no muscle.

His eyes were big, filled with curiousity. The candlelight shone and reflected in his eyes. Irina swallowed loudly, completely taken aback.

"I've been a part of the guild for many years. I've been away is all... I hope I don't come off as rude...- It's just that you're very beautiful" Irina said without any hesitation or malice. She didn't know how a man would take to being called beautiful.

He smiled sheepishly at her words and modestly shrugged, "I suppose It's the perks of having mixed blood, my mother was half nord and half altmer. My father's the redguard...- but thank you. You're quite the beauty yourself." he was dressed in a long-sleeve with the strings of his shirt loose revealing a slim frame.

His slacks were tailored and stitched to perfection, even having a small design at the hem of his pants. Irina knew that sort of material was not cheap, she briefly wondered his skills as a thief and how long he'd been with the guild. Definitely long enough to make a small name for himself.

"Thanks. By chance... do you happen to know where Brynjolf is?" the dragonborn asked hopefully. She needed to speak to him, he was the one of the few people she knew would do next to anything for her. She didn't know whether or not she was taking advantage of his willingness, but she needed him and his gift for stealth.

With just her and Serana it would be damn near impossible to quietly evacuate Lydia on their own. It wasn't because the members of the Dawnguard were skilled in combat or anything of the sort, it was just because of Isran. He was equal to twenty men all on his own, Irina had her doubts that she could take him alone- in hindsight, she probably could with a mastery over her vampire lord but that time was far into the future where Irina would use it.

Her redguard friend could tell from the distant expression she wore that her mind was not sound. With a smile filled with warmth and understanding he nodded. "He should be in the Ragged Flagon, he normally always is." the man motioned for her to follow him and she sighed in relief while she began to follow.

"By the way, what's your name?" he asked curiously while taking a sip from his wine.

"Irina, and yours?" she asked in turn.

"Waydret, the others thought It'd be funny to add 'The Tall' to my name because of my height" he said with a chuckle. Irina couldn't help the noise that escaped from her throat, it was somewhere between a laugh and a scoff. Waydret had only been an inch taller Irina- and Irina was shorter than everyone she'd ever met in Skyrim, nords especially.

All Irina could see was the man's back but she saw Waydret shake his head, "Even you laugh at me, everyone is so cruel."

"If we weren't so cruel to you, then you'd never learn the meaning of the word 'humble'" came a familiar voice from behind them. They both paused, the man they'd been looking for seemed to have found them instead. The accent was a unique one, and unforgettable.

"Three bloody years, and the only thing I hear from you in all that time is 'I've begun training in the way of the voice'? Gee lass, you've broken my heart. You really have." he said with a smirk.

Irina let out a breath and turned around with a mixture of emotions in her chest. She needed his help, and she was tired- exhausted. But at hearing his familiar voice and the reminder of her three year absence had her head malfunction with the emotions that hit her.

She missed him.

Her lips were parted only a bit, taken aback at seeing her friend after so many years and it looked like her words were caught in her throat. At a loss at how to respond to his words.

The nord placed a firm hand on her shoulder giving her a tender squeeze, something to snap her out of her trance induced by her exhaustion and own personal feelings.

"I missed you, Vex missed you- It's good to see you again, lass."

When the woman had entered the Bee and Barb she hadn't been expecting so many people already inside. The tables were full and the drunks were dancing merrily in one another's arms, some men conversed business and others just seemed to be watching out for their drunken friends. Serana watched the people of Riften for a couple of moments, really taking in the merriment and excitement of mortals.

The whole scene seemed so strange to her, this was nothing like the inn in Ivarstead. Granted, Ivarstead was a tiny little village at the base of a hermit's mountain. Nonetheless, the difference was huge. Not even the Winking Skeever was as rowdy as this inn.

The noble made her way past a few tables to the innkeeper, an argonian woman named Keerava. The innkeep eyed the nord curiously and asked, "need somethin' to eat? Or do ya need a bed for some rest, it looks like you could use it." The reptillian woman said the last part with a pointed chin, visibly pointing out Serana's disheveled appearance.

Sheepishly, Serana nodded and fished out the coinpurse that Irina had given her. Having her own room would be a nice change of pace, while Serana didn't mind sleeping next to the beautiful bosmer the nord was positive that Irina liked her own space and was used to that sort of thing.

"How much for two rooms?" Serana asked while untying the purse. Keerava cleared her throat, "There's only one room left, It's a little on the bigger side so it won't feel too cramped- if you'll take it, of course. It'll be ten gold pieces."

"That's not a problem, here's the money." Serana placed ten gold coins on the counter and slid them to the innkeeper. Keerava scooped the gold in her hands and nodded, "upstairs, first door on your left. Don't forget we have food and drink too" Serana acknowledged her words with a hum and retreated to her room, away from all the noise.

As she took her steps up the ladder she watched the people of Riften one last time before going to her room. She saw merriment, and drunk men and women, she saw cleared plates of food and she saw bottles of ale on nearly everyone's table.

These were the sort of things that Serana had read about in her books, of another persons story. It felt almost comforting to know that she could now understand what an author meant by the liveliness of an inn.

As soon as the door shut behind her Serana let out a deep sigh. She knew that Irina was in a hurry to find her housecarl and she would never complain to the woman about the means of their travel, more specifically this particular one.

But the journey to Riften felt non-stop. Carriage after carriage, the weather didn't stop them, thank her ancestors, but when they finally arrived to their destination they were depleted of energy. Having slept in uncomfortable positions for five days and having the sun drain her of her stamina was enough to make Serana hungry.

That was another thing, she needed to drink blood. Someone was going to be a little lightheaded tonight but it would be fine, so long as she regained some strength before their rescue mission. It went without saying that Serana didn't feel like fighting through hordes of vampire-slayers with their silver metal swords and silver crossbow bolts without her strength.

With next to no grace whatsoever the nord unclipped her hood and threw it on the nearest chair she could find. Next came her elder scroll which she unfastened from her back and set next to the bed leaning against a nightstand, then her armor and corset, nearly every piece of clothing she'd worn, she stripped herself free from it.

She left herself bare and approached the washbasin supplied in the corner of the room, not exactly what she'd been used to... but it was far better than what she could have expected. Golden eyes fixed their gaze on a tiny bottle of oil and a clean rag nearby, and with a sigh reached for them both. "Get used to it, it could be much worse" she mumbled to herself whilst soaking the cloth in water and letting a few drops of oil spill into the rag.

Curiously she brought the cloth to her nose and smelled the scent, juniper berries. A sweet smell, a bit of honey in there too.

It wasn't so bad, she thought absently to herself.

If the nord hadn't seen how tired the poor bosmer looked he would've dragged her off into the Ragged Flagon to catch up on recent times. He wanted to know what she'd learned with her time with the Greybeards, he simply wanted to see her and speak with an old friend. He longed to sit down with someone who actually had wit, the fellow members of the guild were nice people but conversation was never as grand as it was with her.

However, something was off. She was a drinker, a heavy drinker and could hold her fair share of ale and wine so it threw him off guard when she politely held her hand up in refusal to his offered drink. Brynjolf's expression was one of great shock and Irina sheepishly scratched the back of her head.

Something was definitely not right in the world if Irina, the dragonborn, refused any ale.

His suspicions turned out to be true when Irina had pulled him off to the side with a sense of urgency he wasn't used to seeing in her aloof nature. "Brynjolf... I need your help with something important. I'll understand if you refuse me, It's quite risky but just hear me out-" the nord placed his hand on the bosmer's shoulder and gave a firm squeeze.

The man could never refuse her anything, no matter how hard he tried. He had a feeling that she knew this already, but he couldn't be sure. "Calm down, lass. You're making me nervous, what is it you need help with?"

"First, before I ask. Look into my eyes, can you see what I am? Or must I tell you?" she asked. Her fingers came to his hand on her shoulder and held it in her own.

The nord blinked a few times in confusion before squinting into her orange eyes. He didn't know how he hadn't realized it sooner. Her eyes were no longer their vibrant shade of green that he grew to admire, they were the same color as autmn. His eyes widened little, his brain worked quickly at possible scenarios. She could see the movement of his pupil, a gateway into his quick mind.

"Is it related to those vampire slayers? Have they harmed you?" he asked her with a different pitch to his voice. His hands went to her face and gently lifted her chin upwards to meet his eyes. His gesture had mildly surprised her. She'd forgotten of his romantic nature, the man could be so theatrical at times.

"In more ways than I care to admit. They kidnapped my housecarl. I've come here to free her, but I need help to do so because of Isran. He leads the Dawnguard, and is the backbone of the whole organization. In the event I get into a fight with him I need someone to escape with Lydia, or help me take him down. Whichever one." she explained.

He looked visibly displeased at the first part of her sentence, his normally joyful face turned sour. "What have they done to you?" was his only question. Irina gently pushed his hands off her face and shook her head, "unimportant now, I took the man's life who harmed me. Don't make that face, I am okay. I promise you."

At the mention of a man Brynjolf's eyes became cold, men were capable of digusting things and his mind could only assume the worst- but the elf's reassurance soothed him down some. He looked into her eyes and released an angry breath, he would just have to take her word for it. She seemed mentally stable enough.

He swallowed down his pride and took in a breath to calm himself, Irina watched him with curious eyes and he offered her a half-smile. It was forced but he wanted her to feel his warmth again, "you didn't need to ask so desperately, I will help you. I will always come to your aid whenever you need it." he gently dug his fist into her chest. Right over where her heart was.

Irina thanked him silently and held his fist in her hands. They shared an intimate moment, it didn't last very long, Brynjolf retracted his hand slowly and then spoke "you need to rest. I can see you're wound up tight with stress, I take it I'm not the only one you're going to ask for some assistance though right? Would you be asking Vex? Or maybe Delvin, that old dust cloud..."

"Neither. The last person I was to ask was Mjoll the Lioness, I know- Bryn, I know. But she's a skilled warrior and you can't tell me that Delvin has more muscle than her, besides, she's travelled with me for damn near a year- I have to make sure people are more than willing to do this, this is no easy heist or a thrilling adventure." The bosmer said.

He blinked slowly at the woman and tilted his head to the side, stating the obvious. "You realize she would rather have me sent to jail? Seeing me behind bars would delight her more than that skinny man she hangs around with all the time. I don't have a problem with it but I already know you're going to have to be convincing."

"Yes, I'm already awaiting the mortified expression she will wear. Everyone in Riften already suspects us of being associated with the guild, It's better to not deny anything to her but let's also not divulge too much information." Irina brushed light brown hair behind her ear and placed a finger to her chin in thought. "Having too many in our party would be obvious, I think the four of us will do nicely."

Brynjolf raised a curious brow, "you said four? Who's the fourth?"

The dovahkiin gave him a lazy grin, "another vampire."

On her way to the Bee and Barb the streets of Riften were quiet. Everyone had gone home at this point, the only ones left now were the guards patrolling the stalls. Their breaths seeped through their helmets with every couple of steps they took, the night was chilly and quiet and they walked at a leisurely pace, certain that their shift was going to be quiet.

The bosmer made sure to keep her head low, which was in actuality unnecessary. The night was dark, and the guards could care less about a bosmer keeping their head low. This was stormcloak territory after all... it must have been normal.

Upon entering the inn, Irina had found that Mjoll was sitting with her back to her, at a table at the farthest end of the room. Aerin was with her, and he met the dragonborn's eyes almost immediately. The dovahkiin brought a finger to her lips while she approached the blonde from behind, the man coyly took a drink of his wine while watching her approach.

If anyone else in the inn was aware of the dragonborn's presence then they made no indication that they recognized her. Which was only too good for her. She supposed they were looking for a woman strapped in glass armor, she did make a name for herself being strapped head to toe in it. Times change and so did Irina, she had changed into more comfortable attire inside the cistern where her old chest was.

Irina was close to them now, just a few feet.

"I saw it flying overhead, a dragon was making It's way toward the south-" Mjoll was cut off by the bronze-skinned hand that slammed down on the table. The blonde tensed and whipped her head back in annoyance, ready to brawl with the person who startled her. She gasped quietly when she was met with a tired smile from an old friend.

"Don't spill your drink, friend." was the elf's charming response. Mjoll had done the exact same thing to her a few years ago, Irina had been sitting casually and enjoying her ale when the blonde brute came out of nowhere and slammed her giant fist on the table startling everyone nearby. She had good intentions, but it was quite the fright.

Irina remembered her cheeky words, 'don't go spilling your drink, dragonborn' and the smug grin that had been on her countenance.

"By the nine... Irina, It's good to see you...-but, hold on. Hold on one second. Where have you been this entire time? You little sneak, I should fight you for not writing any letters. I had to learn from others that you decided to stay with the Greybeards, that was years ago." Mjoll spoke gripping her black-briar reserve tightly.

Irina chuckled and pulled a chair from another table to sit with them, the back of the chair against her chest and with her legs on either side of it. Aerin kindly offered her a bottle of mead to which she politely declined.

Something that was a bit out of character, because the pair looked mildly shocked at her refusal. The bosmer noticed this and wondered if Serana was right about her drinking habits becoming a bad thing, Brynjolf had looked at her the same way. As if they were shocked she could refuse something with alcohol in it.

"I apologize, Mjoll. We can catch up on memories of the past and I can tell you what I've learned another time, I have something important to ask of you. It's of a grave importance." Irina stressed the last part with a serious tone. Her eyes were sunken in with exhaustion and it only served to stress the gravity of the situation.

Mjoll reluctantly let go of the fact that Irina brushed off her absence, after all, Mjoll had been patiently waiting for another adventure with her friend. She held love for Aerin but being in Riften was lackluster to traveling Skyrim's wilds with her. She gave the bosmer narrowed eyes but kept her composure and straightened up.

"What is it?" She asked while taking a drink from her reserve.

"It conerns Lydia. Do you remember her?" Irina asked curiously.

"Aye, how could I forget her? You never stopped talking about how great her skills in battle were, or her beauty. I knew you were in love before you realized it yourself. You were quite the admirer from what I remember." she said nonchalantly.

The blush that covered Irina's face was priceless. Aerin was trying to hide his smile behind his goblet, he had also seen first hand how Irina had been with her. He also remembered that Lydia shared the same sentiments, once upon a time. The man was aware of her marriage to Vilkas of the companions.

"I would have never thought you were interested in women if I hadn't seen you with her myself, or anybody at all really." he commented.

With a small sigh Irina looked to Aerin, "she was always the exception until recently- a woman has her needs, Aerin. Must I say any more?" the topic was veering in a direction that the dragonborn did want to go. However, Irina was too exhausted to shout at them to listen to her. She only watched the two of them become more curious at her words.

"What do you mean until recently?" he asked her with a chuckle. His smirking face was beginning to irritate Irina, did he really need to know? She wouldn't mind on any other night, she was open about what she enjoyed and what she does in her free time- now was not the time to entertain this topic.

"I mean to say that I've had the pleasure of being with a woman, this is not what I wanted to talk about though. Please, let me finish- this is important." Irina said with narrowed eyes that were barely holding on to patience.

She leveled with Mjoll and ignored Aerin who swallowed nervously at the expression she gave him. He glanced around the inn and tried to find anyone else to focus on other than the woman he had offended, that alone gave the bosmer some tiny smudge of satisfaction.

"You look ready to murder, what did I miss? You were gone only an hour." came a smooth voice. Irina turned her head back and saw Serana looming over her with her arms crossed, she looked freshly bathed and Irina felt a wave of jealousy wash over her. How she longed to bathe and close her eyes with a clean body. She felt absolutely filthy from their travels.

"Not much. Take a seat, I'll introduce you." Irina said.

Mjoll and Aerin watched the beautiful woman pull a chair out for herself and set a bottle of wine on their table. She procured goblets from the innkeeper beforehand and gave one to Irina and herself, Serana apologized and explained that she hadn't known to have expected them. Mjoll brushed it off with a smile and nod while Aerin did the same, he made sure to not speak up again- to keep from angering Irina any further.

"This is Serana, she's been traveling with me as of late. She's very good at magic, she's saved my hide a few times because of it. This woman is Mjoll, a former traveling companion of mine and her...- erm... friend, Aerin.

"It's good to meet the both of you." she said with a closed lip smile, careful to not show her fangs. Mjoll stared into her eyes and then looked back to Irina who had been waiting for her to acknowledge the nord. Aerin greeted her just fine, Mjoll took a deep long drink from her reserve before smiling back.

"Aerin, leave." Mjoll said with a different tone to her voice.

He looked at her with a confused expression, he looked frightened- had he done something to offend both of the strong women? Serana and Irina glanced to one another and then back to the nord who had craned her neck to stare directly at the man. "Aerin, you need to leave. I will see you back home."

"Um... yes, yes of course. I will see you home." he sputtered. He got up from his seat and pushed it in shakily, obviously unaware of what the man did wrong. He left the warmth of the inn with hurried footsteps and a cloth dabbing his forehead every couple steps to clear his face of nervous sweat.

"I can see you've returned to vampirism, friend. I could tell the moment this one came to the table." Mjoll said. She didn't seem too fond of the idea, not as easy as Lydia was to accept the decision. Irina took notice of this rather quickly and a pain in her chest, she didn't accept her? How surprising, cosidering Irina had kept her previous vampirism for a number of months- with Mjoll aware of the fact.

Serana could sense Irina's unease and felt the urge to place her hand on the woman's shoulder for reassurance, her instincts told her not to do this- Mjoll had observant and focused eyes, showing any sort of affection didn't seem like the appropiate thing to do. At least, not at the moment.

"Nothing gets past you- but I'm not surprised, what do you make of my decision?" Irina asked. Her expression was calm but she knew if she were mortal, her heart would be beating out of its chest.

"What do I make of it? You even talk more like an old man now, the Greybeards must have matured you well up there." the nord said with a half-smile.

"I'm asking what you think, Mjoll." Irina said with a slight frown.

"Well you shouldn't. I love you and always will. You must be under some stress to make you question how I feel about this, I dismissed Aerin because I heard you joined the vampire hunters- seeing your turning makes me nervous for him. He can't fight to save his life, the last thing he needs is trouble from the Dawnguard." Mjoll explained eyeing her with a bit of confusion.

"What's happened? You seem nervous and that makes me nervous." she asked while she finished her reserve. Her cheeks were tinted a pink hue and it complimented her tan skin. She settled one hand on her knee while the other absently held onto the navy bottle, her finger fiddling with its label.

Irina gave her a sheepish smile, one that showed her stress. Serana's fingers curled into fists under the table at seeing the sight, how she wanted to just embrace the woman to give her a reason to relax, anything.

"First... Thank you. I'm going to need your help in a little reconnaissance. Lydia is held captive at Fort Dawnguard, she did nothing wrong and yet they took her away just for being affiliated with me. I killed a good lot of them, but she's still inside the fort. I'm going to need your muscle to...- well. Brynjolf finally arrived." she had been meaning to explain more but the the tall nord walked through the doors of the inn almost dramatically.

Irina bit her lower lip in frustration when the blonde turned around sharply and narrowed her eyes at the guildmaster, his eyes caught hers almost instantly and his smug smirk only fueled her annoyance and with a look of disbelief turned to Irina. The poor dragonborn had felt the woman's blood boil the moment his name left Irina's lips.

"I understand that you're in love with the woman, I understand- I do. But this man? I have serious doubts that he won't try to slip his hands in my pockets and rob me from under my nose, it would be the perfect oppurtunity while I blindly trust him." she explained.

Before the elf could say anything in return, Byrnjolf had spoken first just a few feet away from their table. "I would never rob you with Irina around. That's much too disrespectful- when she leaves town then maybe." he explained with a smug attitude that made the righteous nord grip her emtpy bottle tightly.

Mjoll had rolled her eyes so hard Irina was sure that she gave herself a headache.

Serana watched the ordeal with observant eyes. She remained silent for the most part, she knew that the situation was about to get messy- these people obviously didn't have any love for one another and Irina's only bargaining chip was their mutual respect for her. The atmosphere of the entire inn was contradicting to their table- a whole space filled with warmth and laughter and then there was their table. She adjusted her collar and swallowed down the uneasy feeling.

Brynjolf pulled himself a chair to sit on, took ahold of Irina's hand within his own and flashed her a charming smile. He had a handsome smile, bright white teeth and wrinkles by his eyes that only added to his charm. Being shown the affection in such an open manner had Irina flush, something that for some reason- bothered Serana.

He had done so easily what she had hesitated to do- comfort the bosmer. He did it without a second thought, and even managed to properly embarrass the dragonborn. He turned his gaze to the living nord and released Irina's hand gently, "let's settle our differences just once, for Irina's sake. Poor woman's not asking for an arm and a leg. She needs us, when had she ever needed us for anything? It's the least we could manage."

Mjoll inhaled deeply and regained her composure, "I will deliver your head to the jarl if I find your hand where it shouldn't be." she narrowed her eyes at him and he merely gave her a sheepish smile. He squeezed the elf's shoulder and beamed at the dovahkiin, as if her threat meant nothing to him because Irina was more important.

Serana felt awfully foreign in this.

She looked to be a part of the same scene that she walked into upon first entering the Bee and Barb, a scene filled with merriment and people gathered around a table, but...- it felt off. To her, at least.

The only thing that really made any sense to Serana was the look of relief on the elf's face, she'd been so sullen the past two weeks which had been a complete change from her usual character. To see her finally have some light back in her eyes made the nord feel for her, that feeling alone was enough to make Serana smile along with them.