( Rocking back on her feet drifts into a swaying step back - forced lackadaisical, no drink involved. Like she can make herself feel better by putting on an act of being at ease, even when she’s in a state.

It’s an unspoken invitation, but why risk leaving Astrid in the lurch? )

Come on in. Would you like a drink?

( As for the Head Healer, ) I haven’t had the pleasure. I hope he’s not trading in body parts, I make enough excuses to avoid going to the check-ups as is.

( The joke was maybe more that she was up to, right now, and she looks away from Astrid as she says it, trying to get her hands on some liquor. )