Ciri cocks her head at him slightly, the look in her eyes dubious. Four, considering how tiny the cups are, seems like it's not very much.

"I think it'll work," she supplies encouragingly, leaning forward with an elbow on her knee as she watches him pour. "I had some wine earlier and felt... something. I think."

The bottle doesn't seem to have a label, at least not one she can see from this angle. She tilts her head closer.

"What are we drinking?"