[Rahu can only attribute her loosening words and growing loneliness to the drink she hasn't quite finished yet. It's clearly taking root the longer it sits in her stomach. At the same time, she feels compelled to beg him stay a while longer, she's also struggling to forcefully excuse herself to not involve him any further in her loss of control.

"Her condition" makes her lips quirk again in reaction to the delicate hesitation in his voice. It's interesting to not be met with immediate fear.]

You make friends quickly, don't you? [Still, the sharp smile cools in its wryness to something more genuine. It's no cure - nothing is. A calming treatment offered in earnest can go much farther than it seems it might, however. No gentle hand is enough to pull away the darkness, but it can stop someone from getting lost in it.]

Thanks. I'll keep your offer in mind for when I'm feeling more like myself.