[He accepts the bottle and takes a swig without hesitation, trusting that if Koltira had any concerns, he wouldn't have offered it. It's bitter in the brief moment it hits his tongue before the burning hits and Meallan swallows the mouthful before coughing into his other arm, reminded quite vividly of whatever concoction Iron Bull had given him the first time they'd gone drinking together. He offers the bottle back and clears his throat a couple of times to find his voice again.]

I'll treat you as a friend then, if that's alright, Koltira. [He smiles and reaches out with a small flicker of flame in one hand to melt the ice on part of the rock, enough for him to lean against it.]

But that means I'm going to worry about you as much as I do anyone else. I care about you.