It's quiet enough at night that Midoriya hears the very soft footfalls. He turns his head slightly. Due to the aches from his warmblood, every movement costs him.

"Do you want me to pour you some?" he asks, voice a near-whisper. Kaworu has seen that gentle solicitousness before, but Midorioya doesn't pitch his voice slightly higher like he usually does when speaking to people. He's tired and burdened, but he's healed in more ways than one.

"I'll make you some ginger tea too. You sound like you need it."

He recalls with a pang a memory of his mom emptying a packet into hot water while he, a young child, sat and sniffled with a cold. Trench is less about modern packaging and more about tins, jars, and canning, but ginger and honey preserve well as a syrup too.