I'll be sure not to go wandering off after strange voices in my head without telling you first.

[ Cheerful reassurance, even if it's questionable just how much reassurance it actually is. Still, he means it. Confronting a monster like that definitely sounds like it'd be best done in pairs. He would go haring off after it if he heard voices, though; better that he finds the monster and can kill it than he lets it lure anyone else in because he didn't fall for its bait. ]

And yes, actually.

[ He takes the flask, and takes a long draught from it. There's no hesitation, no sign that he's wary of her, or that he suspects she, being a fugitive, might do anything to him. Fugitive she may be, but he doubts she did all that she's accused of with anything but the best of intentions. T]

Thanks. [ A little ruefully, he adds: ] It was supposed to make you feel better, though. You know, if you want to talk about it, I'm a pretty good listener.

[ He holds out the flask to her and meets her eyes, catches and holds her gaze, smiling, but kindly. He's not joking or making light of what's happened to her. It must be a difficult situation she's found herself in. He can imagine she needs all the friends she can get. He counts himself one of them, if she'll take his help. ]