After spilling her guts to a literal stranger - and one that because of his nature meant she didn't think to filter, Mhairi realized that she definitely needed some time to....to...
...vent. Honestly.
Mhairi sends off, then after a moment thinking that the Treasured would think that this had something to do with 'spinning, she added:
After waiting a while on this side of the Thorns seeing if Sera would reply, Mhairi made her way into the Hedge, a singlemindedness driving her to her Hallow. Once there, she set the bags of goodies on her birch wood desk. It glared at her. The wisp, in the mood she's been in glared back and moved the bags right over the eye.
Wearing a worn sweater the design had definitely seen better days, the hems were frayed and the collar was stretched. Black and grey plaid jammy bottoms hung off her hips, and her sock clad feet pawed around the space - the wisp having kicked off the shoes she'd worn here before she set the bags down.
Knocking the shoes to the side, Mhairi started to unload the bags, first the vodka.
Then...noting really.
The Wisp opens the bottle, looks at the glassware she brought, shrugs, and just takes a swig.