[Carlisle gives a little wave, a 'be my guest' sort of gesture. While he collected enough sap for plenty of brews, he figures he'll have to find a new way to self-medicate eventually. Being awake all the time with his thoughts, feeling his energy coursing through him at all times as it keeps his bones animated — it's utterly maddening, and sometimes, he needs a break.

Another deep inhale. Ahh, that's much better. The glow of his eyes is definitely unfocused now, albeit as vibrant as ever.]

Cisth, I miss liquor more than I thought I would. There are many... [another gesture as he searches for an appropriate word] commodities of my former self that I miss, but that one, I may miss most of all.