“But it’s so irritating,” Carlton whined plaintively, “It just itches so much!” “Sit up, sweetie,” his wife/guardian told him gently, picking up a cup of lukewarm liquid from his bedstand. “This herbal tea will help you, so drink it all down.”
“What’s in it?” He slowly sat up, his hips squirming with discomfort.
“It’s distilled from a native plant,” she explained, carefully handing him the cup. “Use both hands, please.”
“Native Vladivostan plant?” Carlton’s small hands encircled the cup, and he began to sip the moderately-heated tea–it tasted slightly tart with a tangerine flavor.
“It’s brewed from Siberoot, which is grown mostly on the Meese Plateau, and it has two almost-immediate results–it partially numbs sensory effects, especially on the drinker’s skin, and it’s also strongly soporific.” Rebecca sat down on the edge of the junior bed.