[ Our dear friend. It gives her pause, but only for a moment. She knows immediately who Hythlodaeus is speaking of, but things with Emet-Selch are...complicated, at best.

Yet she knows that after all that has been said and done, he has kept his word since arriving in Thorne and even absconded to Solvunn with them when he had no real reason to. He was welcomed in Thorne and would do well there, even. But here he is, in a farming community mostly keeping to himself and not causing much trouble. Hells, he's even come to her aid when she's asked. Bygones may really in fact be bygones.

Are they friends again? There was a time she thought they were, when he was part of the team. Maybe such a thing is possible, though she gets the feeling that Hythlodaeus is the sort to see the best in people, much like herself. For better or for worse.

But Himeka can only smile in turn, raising her tankard to her opponent and taking a hearty drink along with him. ]

You have my word, as long as we can still stand.

[ Which is. Promising, isn't it?

And down the next few mugs she does, one after another, wiping her mouth with pride after she finishes each. There are some cheers from the crowd--they've seen her do this before and novelty of the small draconic woman downing mead like the local blacksmith hasn't quite worn off.

But after four pints, even Himeka is a little wobbly on her chair. She watches lazily as Hythlodaeus get his refill, resting her chin on her palm as her elbow slides along the wood of the table.

At his unspoken question, she chuckles and snorts once. ]

I dran...k-- [ Emphasis on the "K" for no reason at all. ] --with pirates, y'know.

L'msa Lom'nsa. You can make a lotta gil if you win.

[ A beat as she tries to take another drink from her empty tankard. ]

I lost.