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[soft_focus]

Yeah. [He's going to be running through as many of those towels as he can, shedding his shirt while he's at it to at least dry his upper body. Disadvantage of being almost totally fur covered--it takes an age to get dry.

He manages to get down to 'slightly damp' by the time Harry returns though, and he will indeed find the wendigo curled on the couch in the coat.]

[windycitywizard]

[When Harry returns, it's with an over-sized mug in one hand, string from the tea bag still dangling down the side, and a spoon and a fistful of sugar packets in the other.]

Here you go little buddy. It's nothing fancy, but it's hot, and I don't know how you like it but I brought plenty of sugar just in case.

[soft_focus]

[Fine by him really--fancy is the last thing he wants, and there's a relieved sigh as he takes the tea. He doesn't even bother with letting it cool; it might sting his tongue a bit, but he'd much rather hot tea over being wet and cold right now.

...One sip though-] Umn...

[Anddddd holding that mug out.] S...sugar please...

[windycitywizard]

[He can't help but grin as he hands over the spoon and tears open sugar packets and dumps them in the mug until Reira signals him to stop. The little ewok really knew how to play Harry's paternal instincts.]

Anything else I can get you while we wait for you to dry out?

[soft_focus]

[Hoooh. There's a nod when he's ready again, reaching out for the mug and taking it back to drink. As he sips, he just shakes his head however.] J...Just cold...

[If this is what he gets, this is what he gets, he figures. Hot tea makes everything better though.]