Diona hated alcohol. Some found it silly. Why choose to be a bartender who hates drinks? They didn't get it, they didn't understand her plan. They didn't understand what she saw every other night at home. She was a bartender, but she was also a child.

Diona remained curled up by your side, trying to sleep despite the slurred mutters of Draff in the other room. Who else could she trust? She'd never know when her father would be too drunk. When she would start looking like game instead of his daughter. He was a hunter, and she had two fluffy ears and a tail.

Diona hated to admit it, but she was scared. She flinched every time she heard the bottle hit the counter. He isn't stopping. He never did this early on into the night. At least she had you by her side-

"Where are you going?" The question came as quickly as your sudden movement. It was hard to hide how her hands shook while she held onto your arm. Don't leave me too. Don't leave me alone.