Evie'd rested and eaten and felt so much better for it. She'd even managed to wash off the dirt and blood and get new clothes, so she can understand how Little One feels. She turns to look at the smaller girl, still cringing at the taste of the beverage she tried and nods, clearing her throat once or twice before speaking. Her voice is somewhat strained, throat burning a tad from the alcohol.

"It's really gross. Don't touch it, okay?"