Demetrius slammed his hand on Ezra’s shoulder and handed him a beer. Kamaria looked far less pleased with the warrior, but was wise enough to keep her feelings to herself. She dabbed a white napkin into a glass of water and grabbed Demetrius by the chin, forcing him to look at her as she cleaned the blood off his face.
He only had a small cut on his brow, while Garrick still had half his face and most of his clothes covered by the nosebleed. He didn’t have a luna to clean it off of him, nor were there any ladies present that were kind enough to point his dishevelled appearance out to him. Kamaria was here as she was the new mother, but the only other women were the human servants. It was a formality that she was invited to at least one of the feasts, but she clearly hadn’t been too happy
