I believe there's still some of the chamomile left.

[so he's going to fish that out-- it's what he's going to make for himself, as well.

and at that question, he folds his arms on the counter with a sigh, pulling his blanket a little tighter around himself while the tea steeps.]

...I couldn't bring myself to choose Ambition, given what happened. [both it being accidental, and honestly? ambition's freakout back there.] Considering what we were told about not looking in the right direction, I ended up torn between Justice and Indulgence.

[which he doesn't sound very satisfied about, but.]

I'm not certain I think it truly was someone in his following, but I went with the former, in the end.