On second thought, you admit that you are a little apprehensive. Even if you only ask for water, there’s probably going to be a lot of alcohol there. Picking up the wrong glass could lead to disaster, especially considering that you can start fires with your mind now. You’re thinking maybe it would just be safer if you skipped the nice dinner and instead went to the chapel’s soup kitchen tomorrow.
Quill-Weave says there is a difference between “playing it safe” and “never trying because you’re afraid you’ll mess up”. If you really want to skip out you can, but she thinks it might be good for you to get a decent meal and maybe meet some new people. If it helps, she’ll make sure she’s the only one sitting next to you and only order water as well. That way there won’t be any unfortunate glass mix-ups, at least.
That would actually make you feel a lot better. Assuming she’s okay with it, that is. Quill-Weave says it’s fine; no big loss on her part. She should probably lay off a bit regardless; she says you have no idea how much she drinks when you’re not here.
Anyway, she should get going; she ought to let the cooks know she’s bringing a guest. The dinner is about an hour from now; just lock the door on the way out. You thank her again for her help, and say that you’ll spend the hour preparing. Maybe you’ll brush your fur, take a bath, or go to a non-flammable place and burn away all your magicka. You both agree that, for the next hour, you should avoid doing anything that might end in terrible disaster.
You don’t say it, but you honestly can’t think of the last time you felt this good about something.
You call after Quill-Weave, and tell her to wait a sec.
This might be a kind of weird question, you say, so if it is feel free to ignore it, but you’ve been a great friend and helped me a lot and I guess I was wondering if it would be okay and not too weird if I hugged you?
Quill-Weave says that sounds really stupid and sappy but sure, what the hell.
Quill-Weave asks if you’re actually going to hug her.
You explain that you’ve never really hugged anyone before, so you’re not entirely sure the logistics of this. Like, okay, you understand the part about wrapping your arms around someone else, but for this to work out your heads are going to have to go on different sides and if you both pick the same direction then you’re going to bump noses. Is there, like, an accepted direction to lean one’s head when hugging? Or maybe a dominant hugger in this arrangement who picks the direction, and the other person observes and responds? Also there’s this whole issue of the chest area. I mean, it seems like our tits are going to be getting kind of intimate here, are we just supposed to sort of ignore that, or something?
In fact you know what this is kind of a bad idea to begin with, let’s just forget about it.
Oh my fucking hell, Quill-Weave says, you can’t chicken out of a fucking hug.
We are doing this. We are making this happen.
It turns out hugs are the best thing ever. You cling for way too long and eventually Quill-Weave just has to awkwardly pry you off.
She says she really has to get going now. She hopes you enjoyed your first hug, anyway. You say you really did, and thank her for the experience.
One last question: you ask Quill-Weave what her friend Millona is like.
She replies that you’ll probably like Millona. She’s rather approachable for a countess.
You suddenly realize there may be something you forgot to tell Quill-Weave.