Vern walked down the stairs from the rooms towards the bar/restaurant area of the inn. Her blue hair was tucked up into it's common pony tail as she tripped down the steps.
Going over to the fallen Wyvern concerned but seeing that she was getting back up, not so concerned that he ran, James asked, "You alright Wy?" with a look of concern layering a tiny bit of mirth, knowing that she preferred being called Vern but enjoying his normal quirk of having his own nickname for everyone. A childish thing to do but it still lifted his spirits.
Smelling some orange juice and liquor and hearing Asia order a vodka orange juice, James called out without looking at her, "Mind grabbing me a whiskey on the rocks?" He drank little these days but enough that he could enjoy and hold stronger liquors as long as they aren't done neat. Of course that wasn't technically legal, but neither was Asia's vodka orange juice so he figured it was worth a shot. Still looking at Wyvern he snapped out his thoughts and grinned, a wide genuine smile seen rarely among the inn. After all someone needed to kill the boring seriousness.
Tilting his head slightly, James said, "You sure? Well, be more careful with stairs Wy, underestimate them and they'll strike when you least expect it," with a grin, ruffling her hair friendlily. "You sleep okay?" he asked, sitting back down on one of the tables, which probably wasn't going to impress the staff once they saw him.