Jembi shook his head. "Don't give that to me, lass. I'm not the proprietor here." He cleared his throat and whistled, hoping an employee would arrive on-scene. Then he waited for a moment and spoke to the girl again. "I think you should try this," he said, offering the drink again.<br/><br/>"As I said, it will help cool your nerves. You look like you have been through something. You are distraught, no? This should take the edge off. Like medicine." Just as he was speaking, B'bekh bumped his head into the girl's legs and started up a sound that very much resembled a purr. But he was a fierce bobcat. And they didn't do that sort of thing, not ever.<br/><br/>Jembi finally shrugged, waiting. "If no one shows, I'll make an arrangement with you. You take my room and I'll find somewhere else to sleep. That way you are apportioned for. That works, doesn't it?" An inn room was a comfort, but he was accustomed to sleeping outside, so it couldn't be that bad.