"Yeah," she answers, her brow furrowing. Daryl's really not doing okay if he can't remember that much. Pushing his hair back from his forehead, she rests a hand on his skin--of course he's burning up. Of course. "We've met. Stay here, okay? I'm gonna get you something to drink."

This tea stuff isn't going to do much for him, but apparently it's what the Barrayarans use when there's no medicine to speak of, and there's no medicine here and now.