Nik hadn't expected Sasha to change her mind during their walk back to the safety of the designated alley, and he was, in a way, pleased that he'd been right. He did like spending time with her, and if he could help her in some way to work though whatever had set this off, then all the better.
He took her arm firmly enough to facilitate the side-along and pulled her with him through nothingness to his tiny home.
It was, at least, clean and free of 'gross man-smells,' so he had that going for him. "Come on in," he said as he let go of her arm and set about turning on all the lights - with switches and electric bulbs rather than standard magical fare. It was, after all, a Muggle building.
"I'm going to get you some water," he went on as he took three steps to cross the cramped living space to the even smaller kitchen, "and I want you to drink it, your head will thank me tomorrow." He then filled a glass at the sink and emerged to hand it to her.
"And if you feel you need to crawl into a bed and sleep this off, mine is available, I am fine on the sofa. I promise there are no fleas in it," he added dryly.