After she washes the taste out of her mouth, yes.

Cal and Lady Naomi shared a few of Bower's cheapest ales. They tasted pretty bad, but they were surprisingly strong, and the two women needed a little **** after the days they'd had. With the booze and each other's company, they had cheered up somewhat, and greeted Xinae happily when she finally entered the tavern.

When the rogue returned their greetings quietly, sitting down and quickly draining a mug of ale, Cal's happiness faltered. Xinae's hair was a mess, she looked as though she had maybe been crying, and the petite thief's voice was a little rough, like she had a sore throat. Her trademark black lipstick looked oddly smudged, too. What in Hells had she gotten herself into?

Xinae deflected her questions, dismissively saying that she had been helping a local and changing the subject.

Naomi felt the mood shift and decided that as always she had to be the voice of positivity. She asked Bower very politely if he could make them a dinner, but they'd have to defer payment until they had completed some quests tomorrow. Bower said that any and all deferments were fine, then added with a smirk that all he wished for in return was that one of the trio help him out with the plumbing behind the bar every now and then. Perhaps Xinae, with her small frame? Xinae's eyes remained resolutely glued to the mug in her hands, and a slight blush coloured her cheeks.

With Bower's acceptance of deferment, and the confidence that they could take on any quest that this little countryside town could through at them, the three got a few more ales and discussed their plans once more. They had their equipment - they could fight, they could communicate, and they could heal in a pinch. But which of the three quests would be the simplest and fastest? That was a decision for the next morning. Finishing their meal and their last drinks, Xinae starting to feel like herself again, they headed up the stairs to their cozy shared room, all a little on the tipsy side.