Something deep inside her relaxes somewhat, though not all the way.
:Hi, Vanyel! I drank a cup and a half of mind-affecting cider without realizing it, so my judgment is less trustworthy for the next 'candlemark' or so. As a result, I'm not going to tell you how much better you look, in case that's just the 'cider' talking, get an opinion from somebody who isn't on drugs.:
She is obliged to tell Vanyel at some point about how badly she screwed up yesterday, but - this - is maybe not the right time. Before the Gate, obviously, but not right this second.