Maketh understands that easily enough. That aching need to empty herself with alcohol and the inevitable disappointment of her friends when she does so. It's why she's here, no use in dancing around the truth. She lets out a slow breath. "Would that be so terrible?

But she knows, in many ways, that it would.

Maketh rubs her face with a sigh.

"But I am in no position to lecture you, Carlisle, and I will not. Especially not on something that I cannot master myself."