"Yeah," Faelan responded, handing her the spare glass of wine. "I don't know what disaster he's trying to control in there, but as long as it's dead and finished bleeding, I'm easy to please." He paused, taking in Hermione's drawn and slightly disheveled appearance. Something was definitely wrong.
With a small twinge of guilt, he pressed on. She was smart, and wouldn't be easily fooled. His only hope was that she was distracted enough to be relaxed by the alcohol and to think he was just making casual conversation.
"Anyway, I told him I'd bring you this. It's good," he added, tipping his glass to her and then taking a drink."