"Nais tuke," was her soft response, and she crossed to take the offered seat, one lengthy leg curling up toward her chest while the other extended toward the smaller, less morose fire he had cast before him. She eyed the flames lapping at the soles of his feet and tilted her head in some curiousity, but did not give voice to it. Not yet. Besides, she had seen much stranger things since joining this place.
She rolled the bottle of clear liquid between her palms for a moment before finally twisting the cap and extending it to him, a lazy grin curling the snarled side of her lips. "Here. Just uh... be careful with that." She seemed to hesitate before adding, "Nik makes it, and it's just about as subtle as he is." She couldn't keep a subtle amusement from sneaking into her voice, and she settled deeper into her chair.