Briar really liked the part where Rit answered all her nonsense, and not-so-nonsense, questions. That part was useful! Like the shit about Alba--good to know, now they had a lead and could figure out what to do with her. The sky stuff she didn't quite understand, and the bit about her parents was both relieving and disappointing, and the dragon thing? She really wanted to circle back to the dragon thing because was he fucking serious? She'd get to ride a dragon? Whaaaat? When? How?!
The dragon thing almost made the parent thing sting less.
That was all great, though! She could spit out questions all day! Sure, not everything he said made sense, but as long as they were playing questions and answers, they weren't talking about other things. Uncomfortable things. Like the previous topics about, uh, love and shit or whatever.
Which was why her heart sank when Rit moved closer to her and even brought out a fucking chair, because that the sort of thing people did when things were about to get real.
And he read her like a goddamned book.
Briar chugged her second glass of the booze as he spoke, and did everything in her power to look anywhere but at him. This was even less enjoyable and uncomfortable than the Dirk conversation, and she clutched the glass between her hands tight enough she was surprised she didn't crack it. She snorted at his assessment, shaking her head. "Sensitive? Yeah fucking right, I'm not sensitive," she mumbled under her breath, shoulders hunching as she tried not to physically squirm. And of fucking course he had to circle right the hell back around to love and shit, just to make it even more awkward because why not?
Her cheeks were red by the time Rit packed up his chair and moved away again, though the color was hidden as she had slowly sank her face into one hand during his heart to heart. When he invited her to ask one last question, she cracked her fingers open enough to peer through them at Rit, and shook her head. Make it a good one, he said. No pressure.
With a deep breath, she sat up straight and let her hand fall away. "Uh, alright then. Huh. Um. Shit. I don't even fucking know."
No, that was a flat out lie.
She rubbed the back of her neck, shrugging uncomfortably, and looked away. "Alright. So. My peoples' faith. Is there any truth at all to any of it?"