Beatrid grimaced and waited until Adelaide was done vomiting before she fetched her a wet cloth and knelt beside her. "Here," she said, dabbing at her face with it to clean any mess.
"Let's get ya cleaned up and into bed, huh? I think you've had way too much fun tonight."
And Ansgar help her, she hoped this incident stayed here. The last thing she needed Adelaide's parents knowing was that she'd let--no, encouraged!--their daughter, a diplomat, to get drunk, hungover, and behave in a most unladylike fashion.
Turning to Jack, she motioned him over. "Help me get 'er there, will ya?" Her own wooziness was making it difficult--and if she wasn't careful, she'd be adding her own colors to the pot. The stench of it was getting to her already and she had to swallow hard to keep from heaving.