"I'll survive," Faolan retorts. "I've survived worse. And I don't think that you have it in you to do me that much damage."

At the question Faolan shrugs slightly, watching the other man wash up. Wishing that he had it in him to get up and help him but it's all he can do to just stay sitting where he is and not get himself into further trouble as it is.

"Maybe. It's hard to tell," he admits, honestly. "I suppose I'd probably feel worse if they weren't doing anything at all, though." It's just not doing everything that he wants. As in, getting rid of the headache completely. He sits back in his chair slightly, reaching for his banana drink once more.