“I think you need this more than I do..” [/hands him a bottle of whiskey]

   ❝ T- THANKS, Cana… ❞ Gray stammers, equipping himself with the proffered beverage as a worn chuckle eludes him, ❝ Ya had no idea— ❞ Then he defeatedly imbibes the smoldering elixir without much precaution. For once, the Ice-Mage would rather indulge the alcohol into his gelid veins as a diminishing factor to ebb his mortification away.