He grabs two cups (it's classier than drinking straight out of the bottle) out of somewhere, and they do not match, though they do brightly proclaim how much the drinker must love the tiny coastal town they are outside of.

(There is even a seagull on the plastic.)

Skellig cracks the lid and pours two healthy amounts, moving to the doorway to hand one to her.

"To your health," he mutters.