Her eyebrow raise at mention of wine and she smirks a little. "I can be patriotic as need be, but drinking and fist fights aren't my forte. I'll leave that to those capable, if you don't mind." She's under five feet and thin as a rail, and has no delusions about doing anything physical and winning.

"...and it did, yes. But I'm here, alive, whereas others are not. I can't complain, in light of that." Garahel huffs and leans on her in a show of support, then looks up at Coco again, wagging his tail.