Nikolai caught Sasha's arm as she wobbled and he was already guiding her toward the couch when she announced she needed to sit down. He took the glass of water from her long enough to get her settled and then he pressed it back into her hands.
"Please drink," he said gently, "consider it my condition for letting you stay." He held the glass to her hand until he trusted her grip on it and then he lowered himself into the armchair beside her. "Are you comfortable?"