"Uh, Right. Alcohol, yes. Sounds... good to me." Mysaren nodded, glad that Ayla was finally calming down a bit. "Uh, of course. I'll be more considerate next time. Sorry."  She followed behind Ayla, keeping her distance just in case Ayla decided to lose her temper again. Mysaren looked back at Alexander, beckoning him to follow as she went in pursuit of alcohol. Maybe that would help numb the headache a bit. Or get her drunk enough to where she could pass out. Both were equally nice options, certainly.