[Hiccup doesn't like the idea of this whole sitting up business, but the offer of medicine does seem to perk him up a little. It's with a muted grumble that he sluggishly moves to an upright position, removing the cloth Ziva had put to his forehead earlier and taking the mug with both hands to inspect its contents.
...Well, it didn't look like charcoal. Down the hatch it goes, if a bit cautiously. His stomach still wasn't all too keen on any new content. After the initial rebellion, though, it apparently decides that this liquid is alright--or at least enough so that it doesn't make him feel any worse. Still, it certainly isn't up to the berry standard, and it's got quite the job ahead of it with how many cookies he'd wound up eating. After a few gulps, he pulls the mug away and eyes it, nose wrinkling up some.]
Is it s'posed to be making everything even hotter?
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...Well, it didn't look like charcoal. Down the hatch it goes, if a bit cautiously. His stomach still wasn't all too keen on any new content. After the initial rebellion, though, it apparently decides that this liquid is alright--or at least enough so that it doesn't make him feel any worse. Still, it certainly isn't up to the berry standard, and it's got quite the job ahead of it with how many cookies he'd wound up eating. After a few gulps, he pulls the mug away and eyes it, nose wrinkling up some.]
Is it s'posed to be making everything even hotter?