[It's as if they're looking at the world's most malodorous mojito. Well, every cocktail deserves a good garnish. If he takes offense at the shift in her expression— which naturally, he does not miss— he doesn't say so; Lae'zel is quite guarded among many of their companions, he's noted; she's far from home and their situation is one that she, specifically, has been brought up to dread in particular. He would be quite surprised if she were otherwise, but the fact that she's allowing him to join her for this is, in his opinion, a show of trust.

Or perhaps she just thinks his 'inevitable' suffering as a result of drinking this concoction of hers will be worth whatever passes for a laugh, for Githyanki.]

It looks as though you've done some fine work.

[He'll refrain from complaining about the smell more than he already has— he had asked to be here.]

I do appreciate your concern for my delicate constitution. [Just a smidge of sarcasm, there.] Thank you, all the same. Besides, this is your ritual— far be it from me to deny you the first sip.