"Well you were just talking about how you like to do things yourself..." he paused to yawn again, "So I couldn't be too careful."
"M'not acting like a child," Regulus muttered darkly as he let her take the vial. He crossed his arms and tried his best to look menacing and threatening from where he was. He quickly discovered, however, that this took a great deal of energy that he didn't have at the moment. So he settled for the next best thing.
"Y'know, you looked exactly like Mother for a moment there." Regulus tried to keep a poker face to try to get the point across but he couldn't help the slight twitching at the corners of his mouth that were sure to give away his amusement at the situation.
Kreacher coming back in had been inevitable. The elf was a jealous, overprotective little thing and was always wary of people that his mother did not like. Unfortunately, Dorcas fell into that category. Regulus sighed. "You made me a little cold broth a few hours ago." The elf looked to say something in defense but couldn't as it was true.
Regulus gave Dorcas a short apologetic glance. "I'm sure tea would be good for me, yeah? Kreacher, will you get it, please, so Miss Dorcas can keep her very watchful eyes on me?" The truth was he didn't like being so alone just now. That was also the real reason he hadn't eaten much in the past day or so beside being asleep for a large majority of it. He was just afraid that the wards would go down and...
Kreacher nodded and all but pushed Dorcas back into the room, muttering and mumbling the whole time.