❛ If not the fae, then certainly someone. You won't find most people being careless with this in Snezhnaya, hahah! ❜ The alcohol inside the bottle he's just picked up jostles against the container's walls as it's swirled for show.
Tartaglia opens it with a flick and brings the opening up to his nose, smelling its contents before taking a swig first.
❛ Ah, this one is good. ❜ His body is warmed by the sampling of a strong brew, almost too nostalgic, making him think back on his grunt days when these bottles could be, at times, one of the most efficient potions against being subdued by the sheer cold.
He walks up to Kaeya. Some of the items in the knight's arms are taken as means to split the load, and he hands out the bottle. ❛ Do you want to try? It's safe. ❜