[wren & jeremiah]
Jeremiah didn't much like the sound of that cough. It sounded deep, and it sounded like the sort of thing that could signal a deeper damage in one's lungs, and he wasn't so much worried about getting it himself, as he was about the young man who had it. But he kept a smile on his lips, even if he didn't successfully hide the worry in his eyes, and he nodded. "I think she certainly considers you a friend," he offered. Maybe it would help Wren continue to fill at home. "And she's a very good blanket, so you can keep her there next to you.
He felt bad about the tea, perhaps shouldn't have heated it quite so much, although a certain amount was required for steeping leaves. He bit back any guilt about this by instead pulling his legs in.
"Well, and I enjoy it too," Jeremiah offered. "It gets kind of lonely in the house - it's big and it's just me, and the animals - so you should stop in more frequently, really."
Although right now Jeremiah didn't even want him to leave. And after a moment's hesitation he pushed forward. "You seem to be shivering a bit," he offered, gently. "Do you have a fever?" He asked, the worry creeping up to the surface. "You've got a pretty bad cough there and the weather's been somewhat foul."