"It isn't this place that drives me to drink, if that's what you think," she shook her head, giving up the sewing because she honestly couldn't focus on such little things right now.

"Was crafting. A swan. Though at this point, it's a swan with no head. I guess it's going to end up dinner." For her father too, ha. Immediately she couldn't stand to look at the thing. She put it down again, finding the red thread that had run away and twining it around her fingers in a hurried way that was messy because of her state.

"Do you want some wine, I think there is a little left. But I've no glass for you." She'd have to get that for herself, Elizabeth wasn't sure she wanted to stand up right now.