[ The corner of Bull's mouth twitched, his thumb shifting to trace the edge of Zevran's lips, before drawing away. The pitcher was still there, still cold as ice, and a clean tankard wasn't all that difficult to find amidst the various items strewn about. Organized chaos. He knew where it all was, that's what mattered.

When he returned to the bed's edge, he waited for Zevran to find a comfortable position to sit up into before handing the drink over. ]

You'll want to rest for a little bit, before you head out. Provided you don't mind the company. Didn't seem like you did.