Sonia merely purses her lips at him, clearly not buying it, and raises an eyebrow. Undignified, maybe, but he deserved it just a little bit. She takes a good drink of her own before answering, realizing belatedly that she probably should have fetched some water along with the mead. Ah, well. They're Vor, they'll be fine. Probably.

"Ma Chaika, in the village. She's a generous little old lady, if you're on her good side." She withholds the bottle after she's wiped it with her sleeve, though. "What were you really dreaming about?"