It prompts Zevran to actually pour himself a glass. Not quite so full, but more than your average draught of wine. Antivan. Josephine tries to help him feel comfortable however she can, even if he has no idea how she managed to find it and bring it back down this far South. 'Not Bad'. All of them.

It could be whatever's made the breach. Maybe closing it will help?

"This does prove one thing." Zev's hand slips from Alistair's shoulder to his hair, petting it gently like he would a dog. "And you are welcome to stay as long as you like, though I make no promises about the sad eyes. If I must promise? You must promise not to make the sad eyebrows."