Chicken Soup for the Sin Eater

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Fritz was having a hard time. The fall festival was coming up, the gardens needed to be made ready for upcoming fall and King Wrath was in the manse. Coming into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water, brow went up in amusement as the Head Doggen seemed to be ready to have a stroke. Not even expecting the answer to be yes, said, half- seriously, "Fritz, is there something I can do to assist."

The response, was not only yes, but a silver tray shoved against his chest, "Thank you Sire. King Rehvenge is still feeling poorly, can you take him his mid-day soup? Thank you so much."

He went to say he was kidding but the older male was off and flustering over now, first meal preparations. Looking down at the tray, rumbled out a growl and carried it up the stairs, down the hall and was half-tempted to leave it in the hall. But, perhaps, he would try to be nice, as Autumn was always telling him to be.

Rapping his knuckles on the door, heard a come in and turned the knob. Stuck his head in, "I have your mid-meal. And no, I haven't been downgraded. The doggens are just very busy."

Stepped in and closed the door, "I'm being" lip curled and shrugged, "Helpful."

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

Setting his book down he smirked and set further up in the bed and pulled the blankets around him.

"Pity you make suck a fine man servant and here I thought I could draft you into being mine." He grinned and then started to cough. Covering his mouth he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose.

"Thank you for bringing the soup."

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Raised a brow at the nose blowing and kept a distance, handing the tray at arm's length, "I would not last a minute as anyone's man servant. Most likely seconds as yours."

Sat in the chair a good distance from him and waved a hand at the tray and pile of tissues by the bedside, "I honestly think they are afraid they will catch whatever bug has bitten your ass." Shrugged, "I myself find it amusing. Mighty sin-eater taken out by a cold. Do you need me to pull one of the coffins out in the garage for you in case it wins the battle?" Smirked.

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

Taking the tray he set it on his lap and took a bit of the soup. Looking at the tissue pile he snorted which started another round of coughing.

"Don't say that too loud Ehlena will hear you and she will get you back for that. Remember she is the Brother's nurse now." Taking another bite he smiled. "Plus us sin eaters have to be burned just to make sure we are dead. Anyhow wasn't John sick when he once?"

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Nodded "Yes." Held up a finger, "Once. For a few days." Smiled, "Takes after his father. Sturdy and strong. And he refused to feed, so let himself get weak." Raised a brow, "Are you and your shellan having such issues?"

Stretched out his legs in front of him, crossing his ankles and arms, "And don't knock the coffins. Quite comfy, rode in one for months coming to the new world." Smiled, "No dvd's to miss back then." Snorted and gave a Eww face at the fit of coughing, "That. Is just disgusting."

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

Sniffing louder then he should he grinned. "Wanna kiss? I bet your shellan will love you for it."

Eating the last of his soup he grimced when he lifted the lid on the other bowl that was covered. It was oatmeal.

"Ehlena and I are just fine. no problems at all." Making and eww face he pushed the tray to the side. "Why couldn't Fritz put some whiskey on this tray?"

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Laughed, "No thanks on the kiss."

Heard the comment about the whiskey and pulled a flask out of his pocket and tossed it to him. "No need to give it back. Fritz will clean it, steam it and probably lysol it before he gives it back."

He pulled out his phone and put it away, "Wrath is back. And so is Qhuinn, so things are getting back to normal around here."

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

Catching the flask he opening it and took a swig. "Ahhhh." He said he he laid his head back. "Good I have to talk to Wrath about some shit. I'm sure John will be glad Qhuinn is back as well."

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Let out a bark of humor, "Unlikely. Just last night my son and his shellan were seeking permission to leave with John's King appointed shadow."

He pulled out his phone again and brow came down, "And Wrath, well, as much as I support his visits abroad, I dread when he returns. He likes to make up for lost time."

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

He lifted a brow when he saw Tohr frown. "Problem? And where are xhex and John going to be going? I doubt Qhuinn will want to be there all the time."

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

He popped a brow, "I told them I would not ask. Or need to be told." Looked over at Rehv, "I also told them they could go without Qhuinn." Smirked as another text came from Wrath, "I shall have to brace for the backlash of that from Wrath. Maybe put George as a shield."

He shrugged, "They had issues, Xhex and John, they deserve time as a mated couple to be alone. I did enforce daily check-ins. The first time I don't receive one." Snorted, "They better hope they are clothed. For I shall dematting or flying to kick both their asses in a fucking hurry."

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

He laughed till he started coughing . Taking a sip of whiskey he shivered as he pulled the blankets tighter around him.

"Well they can take care of each other. There was a reason I had her kill Montrag, other then the main one." Sighing he took a deep breath. "Mayhaps I shall venture down for first meal."

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Nodded as he stood, "Only if you don't" points to the pile of kleenex he did not want to ponder, "do that at first meal. We may have the our First Meal ever to leave leftovers."

Gave him a slight smile, "Feel better sin-eater."

[Rehvenge Rempoon]

He nodded his head and scooped up the tissues throwing them away.

"Thanks Tohrment. I'll just stay here till mine shellan comes up to check on me."

[Tohrment, Son of Hharm]

Gave a nod, "And I'll have Fritz send up a bottle." Inclined his chin and left the Sin-eater to recover.