Amphitrite plucked the flask from his fingers and took a swig, relishing in the warmth that started to settle into her core. "You're talking to someone who's been on the receiving end of his rage for months," she said wryly. "So you'll have to forgive me if I'm not going to pat your head and tell you it's going to be OK. Personally, I've long been an advocate for just ignoring him and letting him stew in his own misery. Gods know he deserves it."