She raised her eyebrows, "you're not supposed to down wine like that you know." She didn't pour him a new glass, not yet. Dion's wine's had a kick, she wondered if he'd forgotten that.
Nor did she ask. He'd always been so private, and questions before had never really gotten answered. "I'm here to talk if you need it." She shrugged, "but you never did learn the trick of the labyrinth, did you? You don't need a ball of yarn to get out. The more you panic, the more you get lost."