She doesn't need to say anything for him to know what her assessment is. Yes, he does look terrible and ridiculous. Thank you for noticing. Marcoulf wheezes out a laugh as he fetches up both the green bottle and the antivan wine. The latter he passes to her; the former he uncorks and sniffs at its contents.

"So much for that." Consider it his official assessment for their performance or lack thereof. He nods to the crack on her lip. "Mind, that wine might sting."

So it's not good Antivan wine then.