Wanda watched him, her lips pressing into a fine line as he rose his glass to his lips.

"Is there something that you're trying to forget?" A shadow of loss, pain and understanding touched the light green of her eyes. Her voice was soft and gentle, however her accent was thicker than it had been. Wanda understood what it was like to grow up in a war zone, to lose and to want to forget. She was always careful around things like alcohol and generally avoided it when she was uncertain of her feelings.

Feelings could be stifling and habits unavoidable when you barely had the strength or reasons to keep going.