[ with an effort, she tears her eyes away from the remains on the table. a drink simultaneously sounds like the most excellent and the most unwise idea to her right now. her mind and her heart hold a brief council with her still-unstable stomach and come out firmly on top in favour of the notion.

... mostly, it's just a relief to hear her brother starting to sound a little more like himself. but before they both throw memory and sobriety to the wind, she feels she has to be the voice of reason about something tonight. if only because focusing on practical details is far preferable to the alternative. ]

First, get yourself cleaned up. [ she puts a hand on his shoulder. ] I'm sure we have some salve lying about the place; it's no substitute for a doctor, but it will do in a pinch. I'll not have you ruin your hands because you were making a beeline for the bottle. [ she forces her lips upwards into something approximating a smile. ] Once that's done, I say that we go and steal the largest cask of booze that we can carry, and that we don't stop drinking until either it's gone or we pass out.