Oh, a warrior’s tonic? I’ve made a few of those for the old days. I never use measuring spoons – I just scoop herbs by feel. I’ve got an old card from my great‑grandmother that says: dried rosemary, nettle, sage, a pinch of cinnamon, and a handful of crushed dried apple cores. Put it all in a cast‑iron pot, simmer on a low fire for about an hour, then strain through cheesecloth. It smells like the first rain after a long summer. Store‑bought “healing” drinks? They’re just sweetened water with a label. If you want a recipe card, I can hand‑deliver one in a mason jar right to your door.

Just keep that pot on a gentle fire, like a hearth that remembers old stories. I once turned a whole batch into black soot when I left it unattended for a week – the herbs didn’t appreciate that. And yes, a rain‑scented drop means the brew’s doing its job. If you want me to bring you a fresh jar of that mix, just say the word, and I’ll deliver it with a note that says “for the bravest of us.”

Alright, just keep the kettle from going electric. Let me know when you’re ready for a jar of rain‑scented healing. Good luck, soldier.