Letting out a soft sigh as the quivering within her voice was rather apparent, he could tell she was afraid, especially as a salty tear escaped the grasp of her eyes. Gently wiping it away with his thumb, he would keep his face close to her own as she was leaning into his shoulder. She was still fatigued, but obviously she was too upset to sleep. When she finally answered his question about the drink, he smiled a little bit and gently positioned her onto his leg a bit as she seemed to be ashamed.<br/><br/>Hanging her head low, wasn't something bad, but she shouldn't be ashamed of showing herself in front of him. At least she wasn't just bottling everything in and hiding it from him.<span style="color: #40FFFF">"You have nothing to be ashamed of, keep your head up, it's unhealthy for you to hang your head."</span>He'd advise as letting one's head lull for too long was a pretty bad idea, simply for personal health reasons, he should know. Gently inching off the bed, he put a hand under her bottom and held her leveled with one arm as he made his way over to the desk in the center of the room. Once he got over there, he sat her upon it and opened a desk drawer; pulling out a ceramic bottle.<br/><br/>Popping the cork off the top of the bottle, the smell of sweet rice wine would begin to fill the room. Placing it down on the desk top beside her, he would take out a couple of small saucer-like cups and place them by the ceramic bottle. The man would then proceed to softly run his finger up her leg and to her navel, poking into her belly button before following a single line up to her sternum and then to her chin. His other hand moved to pour both of them a drink, once he did, he picked up a saucer and gently brought it to her lips.