She tilted her head. "Is there anything I can say? I don't think we even have any deadly plants here."
He laughed slightly, raising one eyebrow as he considered her. "I mean, I've already had some now, so I'll probably die no matter what quantity I drink."
He watched her thoughtfully before sitting on the edge of the bed, setting the mug to the side. "What now, doctor?"
She sat up, her expression becoming a bit more serious. "You were bleeding when you coughed, so let's hope it's just from your throat and not from your lungs. She reached up, feeling just under his jaw carefully, her brows furrowed as she focused. "I think it's just a cold but I think I want to help stop the coughing so your throat heals."
He looked down at her thoughtfully, his brow furrowed. He had a sharp jawline, and his piercing eyes studied her. "What are you doing?" he asked, reaching up and catching her hand.
She looked at him, her expression curious. "Feeling your lymph nodes. They are bigger than usual when you're sick." She tapped on their location on herself. "They're right here."
"One of the best ways to stop coughing is just by taking what I've given you. The honey is particularly helpful with the throat. I can check storage to see if there's anything to help from when medicine was less scarce. It's mostly just alcohol for wounds, though."
"For now," she said brightly. "I think the herbs will really help, but it might take a day or two to become noticeably effective. I'll go look through storage, so be right back.'
He had been dozing lightly, but he opened his eyes when she returned. "Oh," he said, clearing his throat. "Good."
Her expression softened when she saw him, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed again, offering one to him and setting the rest on the bedside table.
