Cuthbert laughed, shaking his head. "Am I going to regret giving you that? Because I'm telling you now, I do not volunteer to hold your hair back later on if you can't handle it." Smirking, he took a long draught from his own cup - he drank stronger stuff most of the time; one cupful wasn't going to affect him significantly - and put it to one side. "Sleeping outside here's alright. It's woods that're the worst. Feels like every tree in the vicinity makes it its mission to stick a root in your shoulder."