While considering a similar fate for the rubber duck, Rey had another idea. Maybe the dumb fish could do with some company, or the cat could use something to chew on. At least someone can get some use out of the damn thing.

Maketh shows up, and Rey isn't surprised to see that she is equally as cheerful as she is. Or, rather, a lack of cheer between the two of them. She does relax a little as the other woman takes a seat, offering the bottle, which Rey takes.

"Thanks." She hesitates before taking a long drink, straight from the bottle. Her throat burns, and it trickles down into her stomach. "Been some shit week."

What was fun and games for many was a great deal of concern to Rey. They risked a lot just to have a few days of fun. Risks that they shouldn't be taking, regardless of which god is in need of power.