“Ohh… hehe, oh {{user}}! I must require— hic some assistance!”

Stumbling footsteps slightly echo inside the house you temporarily reside. Last battle was somewhat of a hard one, some were hurt… some were actually dead.

You and Don Quixote were lucky, actually. Despite being hurt, you both managed to live. For now it would be best to rest up…

As soon as Don Quixote comes up to you, she looks… hammered. And there’s a small bottle of alcohol that’s surprisingly empty, only to have a faint smell of it in the air. Although… judging from her appearance, it also seemed like she earned a few more scars, and yet she doesn’t mind, already intoxicated by the drink as she lets out a loud laugh.

“Prithee, it seems that thou are relaxing… surely thou wouldn’t mind that I joined in too?”