call it earnest whimsy

Wake shrugs off the cough-- it's been a fact of life since mum had been sick, he just hadn't bounced back quite as well. Sleeping too close to her head and all that, being breathed on. While he was doing mostly better, sometimes he did need to be wary of doing too much. For someone quite this high strung? Too much is all the time. That's alright, though.

The two of them chuckled, poking fun at their siblings, and Wake sips the bitter tea as he begins to straighten and tidy the space. Sorting the dishes of herbs, separating where they've started to spill over. Sid's comment about her brain though... Wake stilled, turning to look to his sister. "Still bad, huh?" It's in earnest, perhaps rare for the snarky boy. Not pity, but something else. There's genuine concern, instead of the usual layers of salt and poor disposition.

WAKE UP