[It's nice to see her room again, just as it had been before. It all feels far more familiar than it should, given how long he's sure he's been gone...]

1781. [He smiles at her, a hint of pride glowing in his chest. A lot has happened since they last saw one another, and he's still struggling a little with the effects of his time in captivity, but a great many things have certainly improved.] We've just taken Yorktown. War's bound to be finished soon enough.

A whiskey'd be fine, though I did bring something of my own. [He reaches into his coat and pulls out the Madeira, holding the bottle out for her.] Though - I don't know, maybe today does call for somethin' stronger!