(Note: This is a continuation of Maeve's and Kharjo's conversation from the wedding thread.)
"But how could I be anything but cordial to someone so precious? I could not bear to see you cry like that. Please, allow me to lift you spirits. Come for a walk with me and let me dispel your sorrows." Lord Antaryon slowly released her soft, delicate hands and linked his right arm to her left. His free hand took the goblet of wine he had carried down the seemingly endless number of corridors. With that he began lightly pulled her from the window sill and started to walk her down the stone hallways.
"Here, sip of the wine, perhaps it will ease you of your pain, if only a little. " Kharjo wasn't exactly trying to get her drunk, just weaken her judgement slightly. He assuumed she had tasted alchohol before, but likely had not much at a time lest she get sick. The goblet of wine he offered was to unbalance her, not put her on her arse.