Normally, Qrow wouldn't be handing out booze to children (yes he's irresponsible, but even he's got to draw the line somewhere), so both of them can pretty safely assume that this will never be happening again. His expression twists into one of barely concealed horror when she takes a much bigger couple of gulps than he'd expected - resources!! - but as Weiss coughs, it does soften into something bordering on sympathy.

Look, that single flask has to last him an entire day or more when he's on the road. It's never the gentle kind of liquor that he keeps in there, and he knows it.

"Well, hopefully you won't have to," Qrow mutters, though he doesn't sound too optimistic about it. He holds out a hand, with a flick of his fingers to signal that she can hand back that flask now, thanks.

"Worked though, didn't it? You don't feel hungry anymore, yeah?"