Ya Syaoran crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
The five of them set up a picnic blanket inside the cave. Finley closed the entrance curtains to keep the warmth in, and cast a spell to create a pleasant, cozy heat within the blackened stone cave. Ya Syaoran set out bowls while Wu Dafu doled out generous portions of steaming, red-spicy soup, and Niklas pulled out several ceramic jars that emitted a strong scent of sweet alcohol. When Finley glared at him, he laughed heartily and placed the jars down in front of Abrial, waving his hands.
"Alcohol helps a person heal faster!" he insisted merrily, white teeth sparkling. "It takes away your troubles, heheh! Abrial should get to have some. And this is sweet pear wine! The finest left from our stores!"
"One cup," Finley said shortly. "She can have one cup. Take the rest away."
