Ohhhhh shit she genuinely can't see the glass in front of her, can she? Leon doesn't know if it's due to the low lights in the inn or if her vision is just that bad and she's just really good at compensating when it comes to bigger things like following him down the street, but he has to pause a moment to think about the politest thing to do in this situation.

"Here," he says, ultimately deciding to just... pick up the glass again and gently nudge her hand with it. Seems least awkward and least room for miscommunication, hopefully. "It's pretty strong stuff, but it's good. They know their way around alcohol here."