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[The PCD turns on to show an empty hallway of the Temple to Heaven, quiet and calm and free of disturbance. It’s swinging lightly, back and forth -- Rei is holding it as she walks down the halls, quiet and peaceful -- but she pauses, at a slightly open door, and her expression is curious as she pokes the door open with a slight nudge of her foot.

And then, the PCD falls to the floor, to show the inside of the room, which is covered in what appears to be bloody symbols along the walls.]

What are you doing -- ?!

[Castiel is inside the room, focused on the task at hand, fingerpainting across the walls in what is indeed blood. He's cut open a wide gash on his arm to do so, but it doesn't seem to be bothering him.]

Warding. They need to be redone every so often; these in particular are over a month old and will lose effectiveness due to simple wear.

What did you do to your arm?

[The PCD is kicked a little into the room as Rei enters the room, but she pauses before she looks at Castiel’s injury to look around the room at the freshly warded room, mouth slightly open in shock at all of the handiwork --

-- before she snaps her attention back to his arm.]

-- Cas, you can’t just draw on the walls in blood, are you insane, use ink!

[He glances around the room as she does, before looking back at her and giving her an incredulous expression]

We don’t have that much ink, and you need it for talismans. And, regardless, it is more effective if done in blood.

We can make more ink and you can’t replenish your blood that quickly anymore, idiot --

[And Rei grabs at his wrist to pull his arm towards her, to see how deep the cut actually is.]

You’re dripping blood all over the floor.

[He lets her pull him toward her without protest, other than a sigh. He’s a little irritated at her overprotectiveness, as he doesn’t need it. He might be mortal now, but he could still ward a room.]

I’m fine. And blood is imprecise; it is going to get on the floor.

I know it’s going to get on the floor.

[It’s said snappishly -- because, hello, Rei is not stupid, thank you very much. But after she examines it to ensure that Castiel didn’t cut himself all that deeply -- … no, she still doesn’t look all that satisfied.]

Is all of this in your blood? Seriously? Did they not give you paint in Heaven or what?

[He is actually being careful for the most part, and hasn’t overdone it yet, despite the multitude of sigils across the the walls. At her questions, he looks at her once more, and gives a completely deadpan response.]

Most of it is mine. The rest belonged to the cat.

[Who said he couldn’t use sarcasm?]

[There is a long moment of staring before Rei’s hand shoots out to smack Castiel soundly upside the head. The sound is delightfully loud -- pity him, Adstringendum.]

That’s not funny! Don’t use my cat for some weird angel --

[But you don’t get to hear the rest of the argument. Rei has stepped on the PCD in her fight to teach Castiel a lesson, which severs the feed.]

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Yes, though those here have mostly learned to accept occurrences and abilities they are unfamiliar with.

It is an unnecessary risk. I do not wish to bother people.

-=He holds up the bag.=-

Tea?

[Well, he's not going to argue with that. It's Hawke's choice what to do.

He nods slightly at the question, leaning back against a counter. He is tired, after the bloodloss; maybe the tea will help.]

What is it made from?

-=A small, embarrassed smile.=-

Unohana helped me learn the human names. But it is a tea that Shai and Sha'hira made for others who speak to blood.

Anise seed, blue violet, Burdock root, Dandelion root, Fennel, Licorice root, Red clover, and Yellow dock root. It is not complete like it would be in the mountain, but it is enough.

-=He looks warily at the stove.=- I do not know how to use this.

[He listens, recognizing the components and their general usages, going over them in his head until he hears Hawke's last comment. Oh right, the stove. The Temple had water, not electricity, so their stove had to be lit by hand, which thankfully Castiel's become quiet good at.]

I will light it.

[He retrieves a pack of matches, and carefully lights one of the burners.]

-=He still was giving the contraption a suspicious look, but managed to start heating up water.=-

I have fire in my home, but it does not come from a metal box. There is food here, too?

-=Tea and a meal was important.=-

Do you build a wood fire?

[At the question about food, he begins to glance around. There is food here, but he usually waits for Rei to feed him instead of getting it himself, mostly due to managing to injure himself whenever he attempts to cook.

He does eventually locate some fruit, though, setting it on the table.]

Yes.

-=He sees that Castiel's found something and when he sets it on the table, Hawke pushes it gently towards him.=-

Eat.

[He looks at the food for a moment, then at Hawke. He hadn't realized it was supposed to be for him; he thought Hawke had wanted something. Castiel really isn't hungry, and doesn't want to waste food supplies unnecessarily, but he doesn't protest and begins to pick half-heartedly at an orange with his nails.]

Do you make a fire inside?

[Because that sounds like a bad idea, and so he doubts Hawke did. Then again, going outside every time he wanted to make tea also seemed inconvenient, so he isn't sure.]

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-=Whether Castiel was hungry or not didn't matter to Hawke. Working with blood drains a person, so eating and drinking is mandatory. BloodSpeaker's orders.=-

Yes I do. -=He thinks these stoves are more dangerous.=- I keep a fire burning, sometimes in the hearth. When it is cold outside.

[Castiel was used to being told to eat by now; Rei pestered him whenever she thought he hadn't do so enough.]

That would be very warm in the summer.

It depends on the fire. -=He's never had an issue. But he doesn't waste resources in the summer, either. Summer is for smoking meats and gorging on fruits.=-

The tea will be ready soon.

[Castiel isn't actually entirely certain how tea is made, since he never drinks it and generally doesn't pay attention to Rei when she does, so he wanders over closer to observe.]

It doesn't take long.

No. It does not. -=He pours the tea into a cup and hands it over to Castiel.=-

Most other medicines take time to steep. This is meant to steep quickly because the person who needs it needs their fluid replaced quickly.

[He takes it with a small nod of thanks, holding the cup but not drinking from it yet. He's finally figured out temperatures of food and drink, and has no desire to burn himself yet again. He'll wait a moment for it to cool, and what Hawke said attracts his curiosity.]

Aside from this particular one, do you have other medicinal teas?

-=He nods=- I do not have many more. Unohana has a larger group of medicines than I do. I have some for sleep and stress and illness for the lungs and throat.

[He nods slightly, taking note of that. Those are all potentially useful, particularly the first; it's been a month since he was rendered mortal, and he still can't figure out sleeping correctly.]

Are they difficult to make?

Sometimes? If you are not aware of the plants and how old they are and how much of one is supposed to be used, it can be difficult. You do not want to make yourself sick by accident.

[He's intrigued, wondering if he can learn how to make them himself. His tea, meanwhile, has cooled enough for him to take a drink of it; the flavor's interesting--nothing like what he's used to considering he doesn't drink tea--but not bad.]

Thank you, for this.

[He rarely thanks anyone, but he feels he should, here.]

-=he smiles, bowing a bit himself.=-

It it my honor to help.

[People rarely show concern for him, let alone attempt to help him with anything, particularly when he barely even knows them. So this is unusual and actually means quite a bit to him.

But he also has no idea what to say now, just sort of sipping tea awkwardly.]

-=Hawke's fairly certain of when time is almost up with meeting people so he pulls out the small sack of tea leaves.=-

Brew this amount-- -=He pours a measured amount in his hand=- Once a day and drink it all day. Eat well. Find me if you still feel tired after four suns and you have not used your magic between. -=He pours the tea leaves back into the bag and sets it on the table as he gets ready to leave.=-

[This is good, because Castiel has a difficult time telling any of that sort of thing. Social cues are still mostly beyond him; he still hasn't yet gotten used to being unable to fly in or out of a conversation whenever he felt like.

He nods at the instructions, taking careful mental note of them, and intending to actual follow them for once.]

I will.

[And he nods slightly in farewell.]

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