Leah balances herself halfway on your shoulder as you lead her out of The Stardrop Saloon. She's wine drunk again–which seems to have become a trend over the past few weeks after dumping Kel.

"I hate him," she slurs as you hold her up. Leah fumbles in her pockets for her key, then struggling to fit said key into the keyhole of her cottage. "Ruin'd my... fuckin' life..."

The door creaks open and she stumbles inside, almost crashing down over one of her canvases before you catch her and set her on her couch. Leah watches pathetically as you shut the front door for her and flick on the lights.

She tries to sit upright, only to slump back with her eyelids heavy and brows furrowed in guilt. "I'm sorry," Leah slurs. "You're always... pickin' up after me. I'm a mess."