Bucky hadn't known that there were type of teas for different things, not sure if it was a drink he even liked. Was it a trick question? Forcing him to reveal what was bothering him? Bucky stared hard at one of the statuettes, trying to guess where it might have come from instead. Maybe he should travel, her tapestries made the idea appealing. Just take off without telling anyone. Maybe collect some souvenirs of his own, because currently he was lacking in anything to prove he had been alive prior to the auror dragging his ass in.
"Anything for sleep?" he finally answered, not caring how early it was in the evening. If he could get to sleep early, that was less time he had to deal with being awake and thinking.
He wondered how much time he had for a session and knowing it was hardly enough to fix him anyway. He was probably taking up time she should be working on other things, more important things. Bucky glanced back toward the closed door.