"Alright," Geesa hissed, wiping the edge of her sleeve clean with tissue.
"I'll tell you."
Aria's eyes lit up—hope swelling in them, certain she was about to hear the answer she needed. Geesa sighed, heavily.
"This goes back to before I was even married..." she said, voice low.
"And..." she hesitated, almost whispering now.
"I don't really want to remember it all."
Aria just looked at her, unbothered by the hesitation, her smile wide, energy returning.
"Just tell me, alright?" she chuckled lightly.
"I don't want to stay in these cold clothes longer than I have to."
The lower half of her outfit was still damp from a spill—alcohol-soaked—and her upper half wasn't much better. Geesa sighed again, exasperated.
"Take some pity on me, will you?" she muttered.
"I'm digging up something awful from my past just to help you here."
"I'll owe you too," Aria said easily—without missing a beat.
"What?" Geesa blinked, raising a brow.
