[By the time he's got the water in the kettle and set it over the fire, he feels a little less frazzled. He sits with his arms around his knees. He wishes he had normal reactions to normal things, like hugging.
He makes neat piles out of the rest of the supplies until Aidan is done with the ginger. Though he really shouldn't be doing anything at all. Still no cups.] I can do the rest. You should be sitting still. Are you warm enough? I can find more blankets. I need to get cups anyway.