[The portal collapses and closes shortly after Vergil crosses its threshold and joins Nero on the driveway. He spares a glance at the offered shoulder, but ultimately chooses not to take it. He'd already walked so far on his own that he is not about to suffer the indignity of someone supporting him make the ultimately short distance from where they stand to the couch.]

Ginger tea is fine, [he says, heading for the front door. Even if he's still perhaps a bit too prideful and stubborn to let Nero help him walk, Vergil doesn't adopt his usual pace and takes it a bit easier in getting there.] If you're feeling adventurous and wish for some yourself, you may add a squeeze of lemon and a bit of honey to the pot.

[He doesn't call Nero directly out for the faces he makes at some of the tea blends Vergil drinks, but that doesn't mean he doesn't notice how much Nero is trying very hard not to make any of them when he knows Vergil is looking in his direction.]

And if you are so dedicated to treating me as an invalid, you ought to return some of my books to the library before the end of today. [Because he had plans today, but it's clear that Nero will not allow for any of them.] Just bring the stack in my room to me and I will separate the ones that need to be returned from those I am keeping for a while longer.

And extend an apology to Mizu for my absence if you happen to cross paths.

[Since those plans are similarly tossed out the window now.]