Sonia feels a swell in her chest, almost overwhelming, with affection and comfort and a kind of hope she's not sure she ever knew before. A small breath of a laugh escapes her when Miles pats her head, and she sets down the bottle on the ground, safely out of danger of accidentally being kicked over. That's Vorkosigan wine.

"Miles," she says, turning to him and taking his face in both her hands. Her expression is a little glazed, but she looks utterly serious. "I would do anything you asked of me that's in my power to do."

She's drunk, yes, but entirely sincere.