"If that's supposed to be a consolation, it isn't," Minerva said tartly. She didn't know why it bothered her so much; of course there was the chance of him getting into scuffles with other animals. Minerva just assumed Atlas would come out uninjured.
She smiled at Atlas to say that he was welcome. "Oh, the firewhiskey," she remembered, then got up to retrieve it. She came back with the bottle and two glasses, and poured them both a good few ounces.
"For medicinal purposes of course," Minerva told him with a grin, gingerly getting onto the bed on the other side of him. She didn't want to accidentally bump his leg.