Hypnos eyed the small clay cup with a critical eye, as though deeply weighing the merits of its contents for things more complex than merely its flavor. Then he dumped in two more dollops of honey, bringing the grand total to six. Usually he only did four, but he was feeling extra sweet today.
That accomplished, he moved onto the subject of milk. In the corner of his kitchen lay spot that was perpetually in the dark, even within the dimly lit interior of Hyp's home that corner stood out for the blackness of its shadows. One of the benefits of being the son of Darkness. But it was those shadows that kept the corner cool, and by extension, whatever rested within its dark reach. It was there that Hypnos went, to the large pot filled with water that held various jars, amphorae and skins; things that needed to be kept cool to prevent spoiling.
A quick splash of goat milk went into the tea before the jar was returned to the cool water. Hypnos looked into the cup as he stirred, but that didn't mean he stood still. Knowing his home well, and knowing that the door would move if he wished it to be so, he simply walked the direction he wished to go, his eyes on the swirling tea rather than the floor or the space ahead of him. A mild, tuneless kind of hum buzzed out from between his lips, a sound of contented pleasure.
It wasn't until he was nearly to the hallway that led toward the bedrooms that he finally looked up. And he did so then only because children had an amazing propensity for getting underfoot, and more than once he'd nearly tripped on one of his sons. At the last minute, using wings, failing arms, and long legs he'd been able to avoid harming any of his offspring. Sometimes to his own detriment, but Hypnos would gladly take any pain to keep his children safe. Still, twisted ankles and banged wings weren't much fun, so he'd learned to look up when traversing this particular hall in his home.
As he walked, he sipped the prepared tea. By the time he'd checked on the well-being of the inhabitants of the rooms and made his way back to his own, he'd be truly sleepy and ready for a nap. Just the state he wished to be in.