"I think so," Quen agreed, and she did. Perhaps it was the wine, or perhaps she'd simply cried enough, but she didn't feel nearly as mortified as she had earlier when she thought about Merri. She was even a bit optimistic that things would be OK with him eventually.
Later she would, perhaps, wonder if she'd made a poor second impression on her new friend, but she couldn't even muster any concern for that at the moment. She was a bit reluctant to let Ari see herself out. "I don't mind walking you out, if you want," she said doubtfully.