"... The right combination?" Look. He trusts Yukina and Kurama to be looking out for his best interest amid this mysterious illness, but finding the right combination seems a lot like experimentation. He supposes it is rare that someone with his abilities is ill like this, which naturally means that there is very little in the way of known herbs and mixtures that could help. If this is all necessary to get him back on his feet again, though... he isn't going to fight it much.
The fire demon will conveniently leave out the fact that he isn't feeling all that peckish, either - he'd caught that first reaction, whether Kurama had tried to recover or not, and wasn't trying to make the reactions any worse. Or get himself a lecture the moment he was awake again and Yukina wasn't sleeping nearby.
Hiei sniffs as Kurama returns, trying to gauge what is in the tea from smell alone. It doesn't come up as a fruitful venture, of course, the smell of bread and a mix of something unknown to him hitting his nostrils. Kurama making tea for him wasn't all that unusual or out of the ordinary in their former life and yet here he is, staring down at the small plate in front of him as if he can't find it within himself to even nibble at it at the moment.
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"... The right combination?" Look. He trusts Yukina and Kurama to be looking out for his best interest amid this mysterious illness, but finding the right combination seems a lot like experimentation. He supposes it is rare that someone with his abilities is ill like this, which naturally means that there is very little in the way of known herbs and mixtures that could help. If this is all necessary to get him back on his feet again, though... he isn't going to fight it much.
The fire demon will conveniently leave out the fact that he isn't feeling all that peckish, either - he'd caught that first reaction, whether Kurama had tried to recover or not, and wasn't trying to make the reactions any worse. Or get himself a lecture the moment he was awake again and Yukina wasn't sleeping nearby.
Hiei sniffs as Kurama returns, trying to gauge what is in the tea from smell alone. It doesn't come up as a fruitful venture, of course, the smell of bread and a mix of something unknown to him hitting his nostrils. Kurama making tea for him wasn't all that unusual or out of the ordinary in their former life and yet here he is, staring down at the small plate in front of him as if he can't find it within himself to even nibble at it at the moment.
"What's in the tea?"