He chuckled lightly at the mention of pajamas. "Don't worry about it. You don't need to be wearing a ballgown for me at this late hour," he said as he went into the kitchen to get glasses for them. Plastic ones with apples on them would do! Nothing said 'awesome' like sipping brandy from a plastic glass.
When he returned, he opened the bottle and poured a good amount for Naea, handing her the glass. The contents would help her on all levels. Sometimes you just needed a good, warming drink.
It was pointless asking what happened because he already knew. "We can talk about it if you want, or we don't have to," Pierce offered as he sat down on the couch next to her. "But I won't leave you here alone."