Valkyrie caught the whisper, and her hand went back to his arm, softly squeezing. She wasn't going to ask or tell him he should think differently. She also understood feeling responsible for something that was somewhat out of her control, no matter how many times others might say otherwise.
"Then let us do so." She smiled at Ben and nodded. She finished off what was in her glass, motioned for him to drink his down even though he'd just refilled it. "Perhaps we should see who is the better drinker?" It seemed a worthy contest; she knew he was a great warrior, his weapon only part of his skill.
"More than two bottles will be needed for that." She looked at the bottle they were currently working on. "I have heard that there is a Master of Hunters that could be very useful."