"Nooo, it's fine. At worst I'll get a little dehydrated."

Worry takes over Mairi's expression as Mary describes her history. It sounds... cruel and unfair. It's not like Faerun is without its prejudice, but the idea of being so heavily ostracized for something so trivial, to the point of that much pain...

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can only imagine what that must've been like. But--- for the record, I don't think it was the drawing that made you beautiful." Mairi reaches up to rub her shoulder sheepishly. "I mean--- I didn't realize you were a human with dwarfism, but I still thought you were the hottest halfling at the bar."