"He must be quite taken with you, then. Or perhaps it is that you are warm, being a pyromancer. They say cats are drawn to such things. The kitten-kind most certainly are."

And given his cold nature, that might be why Tripod seems so wary of him. Carlisle glances Tripod's way, his expression hardening. That single eye still stares, ever-watching.

"R- right. All right, I'm not here to cause trouble. I thought that your owner might have a headache, and I do know a solution for that."

He pulls his finger off the paper, the light dissipating as vapors rise from the cups. He carefully picks up one and offers it to Rey. "You can go ahead and breathe in the steam while this steeps. I- I thought that, given your particular anatomy, you might need it to be a bit stronger than I would usually make it."