Sirius nodded, happy to do something as simple as that. Everything else felt less actionable, and overall harder to quantify as being helpful or not. A hot, alcoholic beverage felt appropriate and doable.<br/>Pushing himself out of his chair, both hands flat on the tabletop to steady himself, Sirius went to boil another kettle. As it boiled, he prepared another mug for Draco, this containing a twig of cinnamon and two rounds of lemons Remus had left to brine in honey.<br/>He brought it back to the table along with the kettle, setting the mug ahead of Draco and reaching over to fill it a bit past halfway. Kettle in hand, he went to the free standing kitchen hutch, retrieving an opened bottle of whiskey.<br/>He placed it on the table, offering it to Draco.<br/>“Dose as necessary,” Sirius encouraged with an almost juvenile smile, not interested in being the one to interpret how strong Draco liked - or needed - his drink to be.<br/>With that, Sirius once again left the tableside, taking with him the kettle and Draco’s tepid mug of tea, bringing both back to the counter.