Sonya smiled, both at the apology and the toast-she's never actually drunk to her brother's memory. Mostly she avoided the stuff like the plague after her mother's sickness.
"To my brother." She raised her own mug. "And don't worry, it was years ago, and I'm not one to really talk about it anymore except if I see something he would've liked-cars, repair work..he had a high school sweetheart and the two of them were going to get married as soon as he could afford the ring."
Which, never came to close. "I'm not the officer of an army here, just a combatant and blacksmith. I've been called reckless plenty of times-maybe that goes with being a fool or simply not knowing when to quit." She allowed herself to give him a slight smirk.