Caduceus smiles and holds his tea close, appreciating the scent and the warmth. It reminds him of home, and he is further away from that now than he has ever been.

"Some things take better," he says with a small nod. "And it's what I'm used to. There's a lot of comfort in familiarity. The dead are dead wherever they are."

Corpses don't do a lot of changing, and if they do, then it's usually Caduceus's job to make sure they stop. Or that they change in the right direction. He takes a drink of his tea and sighs softly.

"There's nothing inherently magic about this tea," he admits. He likes Martin's philosophy, though. "I have some blends I think would be good for the counseling center if I can cultivate them here. Or find alternatives that might do the same thing."