Raistlin well-rested, his tea

“How are you this morning, Raistlin?” he asked. “We’re going to have to be moving out soon.”
“I am much better,” the mage replied in his soft, whispering voice. He was drinking some herbal concoction of his own making. Tanis could see small, feathery green leaves floating in steaming water. It gave off a bitter, acrid odor and Raistlin grimaced as he swallowed it.

Excerpt From Dragons of Autumn Twilight, pg 120
Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman