Sebastian raised his eyebrows, irony painted over his face. He wasn't much of a drinker but he felt he'd been dealt enough of a blow that he wouldn't mind a nice scotch. This wasn't an act of rebellion on their part, it was an act of desperation, especially if the family wasn't going to support them.
Then, another thought hit him, and he quickly glanced up to Lucinda. He said very little though; it was likely she had already come to this conclusion. As a healer, Sebastian kicked himself for not thinking of it first. Frankly, this was the final straw and he shook himself, standing up with a sigh. "I need a drink." he said, turning back to face the door. "Shall we?" He glanced at his sister and offered his arm to her. If he needed a drink, it was likely she did.
Then, another thought hit him, and he quickly glanced up to Lucinda. He said very little though; it was likely she had already come to this conclusion. As a healer, Sebastian kicked himself for not thinking of it first. Frankly, this was the final straw and he shook himself, standing up with a sigh. "I need a drink." he said, turning back to face the door. "Shall we?" He glanced at his sister and offered his arm to her. If he needed a drink, it was likely she did.