Gideon stood when she did, watching her with an admiring sort of curiosity. He wished she wouldn't go, but he sort of liked to watch her leave.
Chuckling, he shook his head, walking to the bar and looking at the assortment of bottles. He wasn't much for chasing ale with liquor, but found things to make a passable Bloody Mary for the lady, and pulled another pint of ale for himself. He set her glass on the bar and leaned against it, waiting for her to return.
"You all right?" He hopped up onto the stool, sliding the glass her way, then noticed the rosy bloom in her cheeks. Gideon smiled. "Or should I say, 'better now'?"