The two scowled before hauling Jonathan to his feet, "We'll get him sorted." They said before frowning at Aileen, "Will you be alright?"
"Aye...thank you..." She replied.
The alcohol was hitting him already, damn. He should have eaten before this. They talked, and the ale turned to wine. The fire died, and was started back up again.
She learned a bit more about him, and her smile became fonder and fonder the more he opened up to her. He would do anything to have her smile at him like that all the time.