Jokes or not he would have been worried about his brother. These days Féli was certainly the person Sorrel was closest to, that position wasn't even awarded to Ellingham despite how much the owl was around him. Honestly with half of his family currently off wondering god only knew where, the boy had no idea what he would do if he was to lose his twin as well. The idea of him dying wasn't one he would stand for, not even for a moment. Félicien would get better, Sorrel just had to figure out how to get him better that was all.
The cough was the main problem then it seemed, though it was likely he'd need some sort of mixture of herbs to help Féli feel completely better, Sorrel certainly hoped that whatever Ellingham returned with would at least help him in some way. He'd have a think and a discussion later with the owl but for now he would remained fixated upon his brother as the other demonstrated that he certainly did have a rather nasty cough at the moment.
"Our grandparents and Frith." Sorrel responded. Novel and Dutiron had obviously been ill for quite some time there was a chance that Féli already knew about them though Frith would likely be news. He wouldn't dare say it just yet though so far his twin seemed to be coping the best, how much of that though was early stages of illness and Sorrel's own hopes?
Ellingham would choose that moment to return, with watercress clutched within his talons he would drop the little pile outside the den as he landed, peering inside though not entering to interrupt the twins. Sorrel would retreat then to grab the plant, placing half close to his brother and pushing the rest to one side. "Eat this now." He informed him. "Save the rest till this evening. I'll be back before then anyway but you should rest for now." Sorrel informed him. He'd figure out if there was anything else he had in the stores of herbs to help but for now the rest would surely help as the watercress got into his system.
