sorrowandspirit
"Welc--" She coughed into the crook over her elbow and swallowed a couple times before trying again. "Welcome."
Hard to work with damaged vocal cords. Supposed to go get that fixed sometime, but for now she settled for stitches and bandaging. Until then it was kind of like trying to talk with a marble lodged in her throat. And it didn't tickle.
She was just being stubborn. As usual.
Devang set out the food and drink menus on the bar top. "Be back in a moment." A few cracks and a bit airless, but she got it out better that time. Moving away down the bar to other customers.











