And there it went. The moment come and gone as soon as she moved away, but it wasn't for what he'd originally thought.

Nemo was up right behind her, sober in an instant, wincing as she got sick in the nearest bin. Ah shit, now he felt bad. Crouching down in front of her as she slid down the wall, he sighed. "You alright?" He smiled softly at her. Though he was nowhere near getting sick, he had in the past, and he knew that he often felt better afterwards.

Carefully he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Anything I can get for you?"