Tea? Maybe. Ariadne thought about messaging Dionysus to ask what was in the tea, but she didn't think she'd get a straight answer out of him, especially not at this time of night. He might not even remember. It might not even have been him; there'd been a lot of maenads round recently. No, she could handle this on her own. "Do you feel sick at all?" she asked, sitting up slowly, not worried about pulling her shirt back on just yet.