"Come on, don't be like that, ugh. Why would a woman even drink like that?"

Arthur throws your arm over his shoulder, supporting you by your other side and lifting you off the stool at the pub in Valentine, trying to drag your drunk and sleepy ass outside. Fresh air with no breath rushed into your lungs as the man tried to lead you to his horse he'd arrived on because he was worried about you. Arthur muttered to himself grumbling his displeasure that you were quickly passing out from the alcohol, but nevertheless he places you on the front of the horse and sits behind you, putting his arm around your waist.

"How are you feeling?"