Accepting it for the moment, Inessa takes a sip and hands it back with a sheepish smile. "I only thought to have the ginger tea with me, back at the inn. I'm not certain I'm ready to switch it out, just yet." Garahel, watching them both, wags his tail and lets out a soft whine. He'd very much like to return to the fire if there's nothing else he can do to help.