"I can't imagine vodka made it any better," Patience said reasonably. She wasn't trying to be particularly mothering, knowing that might make her sister feel worse, and only offered her help rather than trying to tell her not to do anything. In truth, whatever Chas needed to do to make herself feel better, so long as it wasn't terribly self-destructive, Patience thought she would probably accept.
Hearing the water start to bubble, she rose to her feet, depositing the cat on the floor, and poured them two cups of tea. "That'll help," she said, placing one cup in front of her twin. "You might want to let it steep a bit."