"Tea first." She said with a nod, slipping back over to the fire, snagging one of the tin mugs from the stack, ladling some tea into it from one of the kettles over the fire. She also fished another cloth out of the biggest one, wringing it out before she handed it to him, "For your hands, face too, if you like."
The tea was almost too hot, and was almost broth all by itself, given the number of herbs that had been steeped in the kettle. Predominantly mint, but other soothing and healing herbs as well.