Angeal sighed and sat back on his heels. "I can only do one thing at a time and yes, I have tea. I have to get it made before I can serve it, unless you think that the medicinal properties are better dried." He was stern but not upset and there was a sense of humor in there somewhere.

Once he had the fire started, he stood up to start the kettle. He pulled a small jar of honey from the basket he brought with him and set it aside to remind him to put some in her tea to ease her sore throat.