[ Ah. Dion is tired. He can hear it clear as day in his voice. It's a small wonder he lasted this long, but... he knows from experience that nightmares tend to linger. That the tea helped to soothe him this much makes Joshua feel glad for finding it in the first place. He will have to see if he can find a tin for Dion.

His brother making a move for clothing makes him pause, though, glancing at Clive with a slight tilt of his head in question. But he realizes quickly what he is doing, with that explanation. Or, at least, what it feels like to him. ]

Mm. Be careful, then. Make certain that you keep an eye out for any lingering signs of the brand. Wake me when you return - I will give you the couch.

[ Then, he turns his attention to Dion, who is warm at his side but clearly fading, and his voice drops to a soft murmur. ]

May I help you into the bed?