[ Molly babbled incoherently all the way up and then just seemed to shut down. Being placed in bed was a bit of a blessing, even if the room still spun heavily around him and he could barely see.

The tiefling's hair is damp with what smells like whiskey and there's a strong floral scent all over him. His nose doesn't seem to want to let up and there's a few bruises, but he appears to be otherwise unharmed and unrobbed, all jewelry in place. ]

Yasha... he said he's falling in love with me.

[ He mumbles, eyes just a slight sliver of red under his lids. ]

He's falling in love with me and I'm a shit person who will only hurt him.