[After sending a signal to one of the dogs to keep an eye on Lyria—specifically, to keep her away for a bit—Eustace just freshens up a bit before flopping onto his side of the bed, his journal already appearing in his hand. Could he just lie there and relax? Probably, but he's just not the type, and he's already wanting to go through the notes they've made.
So he looks up when he hears her coming, his eyes drifting to the wine before looking back to her.]
no subject
So he looks up when he hears her coming, his eyes drifting to the wine before looking back to her.]
It should be fine.