The first rays of sunshine

She followed Charlie's gaze to Dread and his father and her face grew just a bit softer as it fell on the younger of the two. She wasn't here to mend bridges, but he'd wanted to make an appearance for his sibling's sake so she'd do her best to keep... as in the lines as her nature would allow. When he asked if whiskey was her favourite, the mischief was back, grin growing wide. "Only thing I'll drink... Well, this'n rum, but I don' wanna start a brawl..." She answered good naturedly. "'S got a bit more fire'n wine or mead, so don't leave it sittin in yer mouth, straight down." She passed a bottle over and tipped hers own back quickly in demonstration, her practiced ease sparing her a spluttering fit. It hadn't always been that way, but she was used to it now. After all, she'd been sneaking the good stuff since before her first birthday.