"Will you be fine?" asked Tiamat with concern.
Fiona was looking a bit pale to him.
"Yeah, don't worry about me," she replied.
"Wait here. Sloan will be around to take you to your room shortly," he said before turning to leave.
A few minutes ago one of Tiamat's sentries ran over to make a report. The sentry was adamant that something needed his immediate attention.
Tiamat was apologetic and politely excused himself and went with the sentry to discuss securing the defenses for the evening.
Her stomach felt queasy again she couldn't wait for Sloan, her bowels demanded release.
It was times like this she got in her feelings and wished Tiamat let her drown.
She felt so miserable, tired and worn out. Fiona just wanted to collapse into the nearest bed after visiting the privy of course.
Anxious, her eyes searched the room until she spotted a female that she could ask where was the nearest privy.
