Lilith smiles. Here is the safest place that Maketh can be; until she's settled a little more, she'll happily keep her here.

"Good idea."

And booze does, in fact, make things easier, even if this isn't the way she was expecting to have some of it. Lilith heads off to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of the stuff-- and, without asking, pours a second. She's back in her chair a moment later and passing Maketh a glass.

"Here. A sip might calm you down some more."