He has never been a person that people have casually touched, and he is startled at her quick camaraderie -- but not disconcerted by it, and is then surprised at himself at how much easier it is for him to accept than it used to be.

She is recovering swiftly indeed. Perhaps she will not need to see Ford-daifu, or another such. He, for one, will not press.

A faint, faint smile touches his lips in answer, and he nods to her.

"All right. If you insist. But I do not drink alcohol. I will accept tea, however, and would willingly share tales."