[Just like that, each cup is filled with amber liquid that might as well be the equivalent of whisky bourbon. Is he overdoing it by filling a goblet full of the stuff? Quite possibly; but they deserve it, and they can nurse it for however long Thancred decides to stay here, besides.

He crosses over, takes a seat, and hands him his drink. Stephen's mind whirs at the news, his brow pinching. If he had heard of Urianger's departure, it had been lost in the mire of his more present thoughts. Yet it makes its way to the forefront now, for how much it affects Thancred, lancing up through all else.]

I didn't know. Probably gone back home, then. I'm sorry.

[With a frown, he takes a drink, considering.]

After everything that's happened, losing someone you were close to from home is the last thing you need.