Usually Ellana stands up on the battlements to watch the soldiers train, and though her eyes are looking down in that direction, they aren't really focused on any of them. There have been a lot of weighty things on her mind lately, and she's going over them all in her head. So when Alistair addresses her, there's a brief moment where her heart practically jumps into her throat, startled from her thoughts. But she gives him a smile and accepts the bottle, taking a cautious sniff first.

"Me? Really?" She takes a sip, involuntarily makes a face, and hands it back. She'll drink liquor; it's just she's more used to wine or ale. "I hope it's not for a thrilling conversation about socks."

But then she catches his look and thinks she can read it. The worried and sad bits? Oh, they've definitely been gracing her own face lately too. She hasn't been overly tired, but those bags under his eyes tell her everything she needs to know. She scoots a bit closer, crossing her arms on the stone wall.

"What's the matter?" It's asked gently, her voice concerned.