Alicia took the hangover potion first, then the water, grimacing at the taste and making a low noise of discomfort when she forgot and tried to assist with her wounded hand. She lifted her head when her sister took that hand, but only so she could lean over and rest it on Ashleigh’s shoulder. While it was definitely true that Alicia and her brother were much more similar to each other in their ways of comforting than they were to the middle Spinnet, it would be a lie to say that Alicia didn't like her sister. She knew she needed her. Ashleigh was dependable and stable, and when Alicia needed a push, she could always count on her to give it. And it wasn’t like her company was unenjoyable either.
She shrugged at the mention of telling Asher. Ashleigh could have told anyone she wanted, whether it was her secret to tell or not, and Alicia wouldn’t have cared. Asher would, in fact, find out eventually, and he was her brother, so he would need to know. But at the moment she didn't especially care if he was there or not. Asher couldn't make this any better.
"It's fine," she all but whispered, mouth still dry, but better after the water. Contrary to her words, her hand actually hurt much more with her sister handling it, but she could feel the salve working and that made it not so bad. She still didn't want to see a Healer, though, even if it was broken, and it felt like it was.