He almost felt like crying again while watching this. Oh Nepeta, you treat him too well, you really do, the others probably thought you mad for this. Equius moved to her and sat down on his knees, the grass rather comforting to sit upon, his eyes watching her every move. Equius bit his lip, seeing her pour the milk into the glass and he furrowed his eyebrows, worry that the same would merely happen again, just as it always did. The troll's reluctance caused his hand to shake slightly and he sighed, soon calming himself, a hand grabbing the glass, his mind already having the word on his tongue for when the glass broke.

But.

Nothing, there was no shatter, not slight pain of glass cutting his hand, to splash as the liquid fell from where it was once in the cup. He paused, merely starring at his hand in awe, unable to actually drink it.

"Oh, I..." He starts and then slowly puts the cup to his mouth, drinking from it. Such and easy task one would think, but, such an easy one Equius has barely ever managed by himself, and along with that delicious beverage came that delicious feeling of triumph and he finished it and couldn't help the small smile on his face as he put the cup down and wiped his mouth.