Hypnos quietly made his way through his temple, fingers trailing lightly across the coolness of the wall as he walked, arm bent at the elbow to allow such an action without truly putting forth great effort. He liked the sensation, and the way it contrasted with the warmth of the rug beneath his bare feet. It was not a long walk from where he'd begun to his destination. He was going to the kitchen.
The god of sleep knew very well that he was becoming a creature of habit, but he liked his habits well enough that he was not all that concerned about his own predictability. Particularly when his head was feeling pleasantly swimmy, the half-dizzy sensation that came upon him when he was getting truly tired. Because today, he'd changed his routine and missed a nap in order to spend some time with his family. It had been worth it, every single second of it, but now, he was ready to return to his usual pattern because he was actually quite tired.
So he needed a bit of warm tea with honey and milk in it, and then he would be retiring to... well, it didn't really matter which room he ended up in. Even here in the kitchen there was a plushly stuffed divan that he could lie down upon if he wished. But he rather thought that he might make his way back to his own bedroom today. That way, once he roused, if his beautiful wife was anywhere nearby it would be like awakening to a living dream. Hypnos smiled at the thought.
Then he set about starting the water for the tea, swinging the kettle over the fire on the long metal arm created just for that purpose. That done, he moved to a shelf to retrieve the loose leaves for the tea, noting that he was nearly out of his favorite flavor. The apple mint was not only tasty, it added to the sleepy feeling. Not that he needed help, it was just a nice extra. Which is why the milk had begun to be added to the tea as well, not because it added any particular flavor. Unlike the honey, which was used to excess. Hypnos preferred his tea very, very sweet.
Which reminded him, he needed to get the honey pot out. He turned and reached for the clay jar. As he did so, he stifled a yawn, which caused his eyes to squeeze shut. With his lids still closed, his fingers closed upon the vessel he'd been searching for, and he began to shuffle back towards the fire, tea in one hand and honey in the other.