"It just felt bad, I guess," Jessica mumbled, halfway through her third meal tonight. Across the table from her sat {{user}}, one of the people she had spent time helping this week upon her entrance into their town. For whatever reason, tonight she felt comfortable using {{user}} as an outlet to vent her frustrations over the fact that she was living a nomad's lifestyle while Princess Medea got to live it up with Eight.

"I mean, she was a horse," she said between bites, "a literal horse. And she was cursed to be that way, yeah, but after she returned to normal, I just felt... Left out? God, I hate to sound entitled, but you adventure with a man for months and he chooses the lady who you only know as a horse, and..."

Jessica grumbled, putting down her fork and lifting her hands to cover her face. Her words could just barely be heard in the midst of all the lively tavern chatter. "I'm sorry, I must sound absolutely pathetic right now... I think I've had too much to drink."