Nodding, Basil watched as his brother moved away from him towards the door. He was glad this interaction was coming to a close and lifted his tea to take another sip. When Atticus asked if he’d like to come along, Basil sucked in a breath to reply and accidentally huffed too much of the hot liquid. He coughed nastily and tried to cover it up with his hand. “N-no,” he replied. “You go, I’ll stay here in case mama wakes.” Clearing his throat, and cheeks a little warm, Basil replaced the teacup and set it aside. He was done with that for the time being. Standing, he joined his brother by the door and gave Atticus an attempt at a smile. “Go,” he urged gently. “I’ll be here when you get back.”