Mears watched him closely. When it all came down to the last bottle, but something seemed to slip with Corriander, she thought. But like it wad her nature, she laughed sweetly. The girl walked up near him and then linked her arm with his, hugged his arm. "These things are a trick anyway." Her lips curved into a sweet smile. 

"But...you kinda seemed, distracted, there at the end." She didn't want to pry, or seem annoying. "What are your thoughts?" Meara tried to be comforting, and her body straightened up to look at him and listen inventively.