call it earnest whimsy

A wag of his tail, considering his sister's directions. Wake is quick to take the advice, sniffing out some willow bark in the messy stores. It's nice to have her input, and nice to not be alone in here. Behind in his lessons, more used to interacting with adults than anyone his age, and mostly weirder for it-- yeah, he's more than grateful Siduri is here.

The tea coming together well, Wake stretches up to grab the devil's claw, lobbing that into the jar. Satisfied with the concoction, the boy pours some hot water from the always-going hearth and begins to stir. It was a weird smell, if he had to admit, thick and herbal. At least the honey would be nice and sweet, and he takes care to scrape it down from the sides with his stirrer.

"Try not t'hack uppa lung, think I overdid it yesterday." Wake's tone is grey, and he heaves a sigh that ends in a barely-stifled cough. "It's a fucken mess in here, figure if we give ourselves the chores we want, someone else does the shitty ones?" The boy looks to Sid, a toss of his head. She could direct, he'd do his best not to cough on shit. Sticking their brothers with the more physical chores should be par for the course.

Satisfied the tea is properly mixed, Wake separates it into two cups, handing one to Sid with a grin. "Pain, inflammation, cough, low energy-- think there's anything this one won't fix?" Basically, they'd made a magic bullet.

WAKE UP