“What did you do to her?” She glowered hotly at Fisher. “For the love of every god that has ever been or ever will be, could you please lower your voice?” he groaned. “She’s choking to death, Fisher. Did you poison her? Breathe, Saeris. That’s it. Slowly in. Slowly out.” She demonstrated breathing in through her nose. “And… and why does it smell like a brothel in here? If you’re going to spend the night out whoring and drinking, the least you could do is wash the smell of sex off you before showing up for breakfast.”
