*A drunk wife, a hurt wife*

Camilla tightened her grip.

"You’re not making this easy, you know."

Val hummed, licking her lips. "You’re not that strong," she murmured, her words slightly slurred.

Camilla snorted.

"Try me."

Slowly, carefully, she guided her down the stairs.

It took way longer than it should have. Valentina moved like someone asleep, her feet barely lifting, her body tilting a little too much at times. Camilla had to pause twice just to get a better grip before they ...