[ she laughs lightly, shaking her head. ] You may still be holding onto your youth, but I've decided I'm too old for raucous afterparties. [ she drinks with some of the troupe in their quarters sometimes, after a particularly good performance - but the days of going out to a tavern and taking it over with the company are well behind her. ] I've just finished four performances in three days. My only plans for tonight were to go home and sleep it off.

[ her age isn't the reason she's stopped partying - sylvain knows, after all, that she isn't opposed to knocking back several drinks and, well.

in any case, it's just that she's so tired these days. what had once been a delight (being a part of the company, sneaking into the parties when she'd been too young to be invited along) has now become routine. and she's never particularly keen on being sought after and flirted with by strangers, not like she used to be before. she hates being in high demand. it all leaves a hollow feeling in her stomach.

that's an awful lot to explain to sylvain - and it doesn't apply to him anyway, so why bother? she steps out from behind the screen, back in her usual clothes. tall boots, a hat at a jaunty angle, a daringly cut dress with a jacket thrown over it. nights in enbarr are pleasantly cool these days. ] I'll do you the favor of keeping myself awake for you, if you'd like. [ her smile is easy as she comes up next to him, sweeping all the little things from the table into her bag and tucking it under the chair. the flowers, she sets in a vase she grabs from someone else's table, a finger running along the tip of one of the blossoms before she looks up at him. ] I'd prefer something on the quieter side, though, if that's alright by you.