Thanatos doesn't move from his spot. He simply crosses his arms and stares down Wash, unblinking and with lips pressed into a thin line. Mort peeks out from his spot in Thanatos's hood. He's judging too, even if he doesn't look it.

"Taking the glass is not enough. Sit down and drink," Thanatos repeats. "You cannot continue in this state." Wash may not have been on the train when Thanatos threatened sending healers on reckless people, but that doesn't absolve him from that threat.