[Algren's bloodshot eyes blink blearily open as he's flanked on either side and his arms are hoisted over the shoulders of her servants as they haul him inside. They meet hers for one brief, lucid moment, before he lets his chin fall back onto his chest, fighting the grip of nausea. But she shouldn't confuse it with a hangover. No, it's much worse than that.]
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[He's horribly, terrifyingly sober.]