Oh. The stuff he said smelled like an herbalists armpit.

... He's not sorry he said that, it does fucking smell, but he'd generally accepted that all medicine kind of sucked. Now was not the time for peanut gallery level commentary on meds though, he snatched it up, and quickly left to make some smelly-ass dirty leaf water.

However long it'd take for him to make it, he'd be back, looking for a place to set it down. No matter where he'd put it though, once he was done, he'd... go back to moving away again. What the fuck else was he supposed to do?