She knew on the dark nights that the younger woman woke up drenched in sweat due to her dreams. She was having both passionate and sexual dreams she knew the sighs all to well. Gods what she wouldn’t give to know who she dreamed about, she knew it wasn’t her. She just didn’t dare confront the younger woman about them as she felt that she had no right to pry in to her personal dreams. She hadn’t even brought Gabrielle new clothes in over a season, despite that her dark green halter top was fraying. Its cross patterns were falling apart and the shoulders looked worn as did her dark brown skirt and old reddish toned brown side lacing boots. She sighed aloud she had the money why wasn’t she taking care of her she was her only friend?

She was the person who always gave her kinds words that she didn’t deserve and looked after her when her feelings were hurt. She’d even try to save her despite that she didn’t have her fighting skill. She had even stroked her hair and spoke gentle words to her when she was having terrible nightmares. She’d even stood up to her when he knew that she could get hurt by her blinding rage. She turned catching sight of the tavern coming up there were three in this city the Raven’s Wing which there room was at and this one called the Old Oak. The truth was that she couldn’t face going back to their room right now.

The alcohol was calling again but then it always did when she was depressed, gods she hoped that Gabrielle never picked up her drinking habits. She felt a sad smile form no she never would she wasn’t like that, she always did the right thing because was good pure person. She moved forward opening the tavern door ignoring everyone as she sat down in front of the bar. The tavern keeper looked at her raising an eyebrow. “What will it be?” Xena looked down at the table. “Port.” The innkeeper sighed as he moved the filled leather made tankard over to her. He lowered his voice as he stroked his dark beard. “Now that’s a look I’ve seen a thousand times. That’s a look of a broken heart.”