Look, he has spent most of his life focused on his work, existing mostly for it, and Mort is more than just a plushie.

"Then, I suppose I should listen to my healer." Thanatos picks up the foul-tasting concoction and tries to finish it as fast as possible. He suppresses the urge to make another face. Nope. He does not like this at all, but he won't be bested by a drink. Once drained of its liquid, Thanatos sets the mug down again. "Does mortal medicine always taste like that?"