No miracle cure. Kismet had figured as much. Warja's sense of humour could be a little irritating at times (taking adventures to burning lava rivers with no explanation as a form of celebration for example), though he doubted she would have left him actually suffering if there was something that she could have done about it.
"Alright." He made an effort to nod his head as she instructed him to shout if he needed her. He hoped he wouldn't, less so now but truthfully he'd likely feel rather embarrassed later about his pathetic state. "Bye." He called as she left. Now sleep or force down food? Sleep won in the end but he'd keep his promise and try eat when he woke up.
