Ari returned the hug, patting the young mage on the back a few times before pulling back. Her hair was going to need some serious attention tomorrow, but tonight there were other things to worry about. "Glad to hear it," Ari told her. "Get yourself some ice cream tomorrow, and don't worry about anything. Just remember, no silly man is worth crying over." She stood, fetched the glass and set it on the nearby table along with her own. "Try to sleep," she said. Relaxed by wine, the girl should have no trouble.
Ari felt like a regular nursemaid, but what was she to do? This had been - sort of - her fault. "I think I can get myself out." Out was always easier than in in places like this. "Will you be all right now?"