Ossie hears some faint grumbling behind him and figures that it's the begrudging noises of someone unhappy to be awake. Fair enough; such is the difficulties of trying to nurse those with hangovers. He continues his way down the hall with his little wicker basket dropping his gifts and knocking softly. He's even half-mumbling a song to himself as he goes.

A keen ear would recognize it as Tam Lin.