Juice is a thing she knows, or at least her brain doesn't struggle with it, and she's getting bored of headaches, so she doesn't question why or what kind or under what circumstances she's had juice and what else she can deduct from that: she just nods in understanding.
Cam's brow furrows a little as she listens, imagining first something heavy, coagulated almost when he says it thickens, then reconsidering entirely with the adjective jiggly. It sounds bizarre, and she can't help but chuckle at his assessment and quirk an eyebrow at strange effects.
Were they still just talking about alcohol? She thought maybe not from that waggle of the fingers. "Strange effects..." she echoes, her voice tipping up with a little bit of question in her tone that he can take as a prompt if he wants to.
She nods a quiet thank you as well, catching the tumbler reflexively. It warms her, if in a slightly amused way, that he also thanks the bartender despite not being the recipient. He seems very...wholesome. Kind, generous. Cam's tempted to group it in with naivete but -- it's not unlike some of the things she appreciates about the Warden. "I certainly will," she says with a little laugh of confusion, "thank you for the warning."
"I'm Camilla," she adds, after a pause. "Hect." She proffers a hand, a little awkwardly. Meeting new people makes her even more keenly aware of the lack of her necromancer. It's as though there's a missing space a half-step ahead where he should be doing the introductions, an amputated limb or unfinished sentence. She can't remember enough of him and can't stop remembering him at the same time, but it doesn't matter: it's just her right now.
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Cam's brow furrows a little as she listens, imagining first something heavy, coagulated almost when he says it thickens, then reconsidering entirely with the adjective jiggly. It sounds bizarre, and she can't help but chuckle at his assessment and quirk an eyebrow at strange effects.
Were they still just talking about alcohol? She thought maybe not from that waggle of the fingers. "Strange effects..." she echoes, her voice tipping up with a little bit of question in her tone that he can take as a prompt if he wants to.
She nods a quiet thank you as well, catching the tumbler reflexively. It warms her, if in a slightly amused way, that he also thanks the bartender despite not being the recipient. He seems very...wholesome. Kind, generous. Cam's tempted to group it in with naivete but -- it's not unlike some of the things she appreciates about the Warden. "I certainly will," she says with a little laugh of confusion, "thank you for the warning."
"I'm Camilla," she adds, after a pause. "Hect." She proffers a hand, a little awkwardly. Meeting new people makes her even more keenly aware of the lack of her necromancer. It's as though there's a missing space a half-step ahead where he should be doing the introductions, an amputated limb or unfinished sentence. She can't remember enough of him and can't stop remembering him at the same time, but it doesn't matter: it's just her right now.