"I don't remember Kash drowning in the Feywild," Vax mumbled at Percy, drunkenly unconcerned with Kashaw railing at him about what a cleric could and couldn't do, inclined or not. He didn't magic. And the reeling from drink (careful, careful, there we go, you brace Percy, he'll brace you, you can probably get as far as the pool that way) had been the intent of this whole shitshow pity-party in the first place.

So... Whatever. Kash wouldn't let him die, he was pretty sure.

"Don't, then," Vax told Kash, perhaps abruptly. He reached to sling the arm not already gripping Percy around Kashaw's shoulder for additional support. "Just... Keep us company awhile, yeah?"