"No," he answered after a moment and shook his head. "You got a hangover or something? I can grab you some painkillers."

Daryl scratched absently at his chest before reaching over to open a cabinet and pull out a glass, "Scoot for a second. Get you some water. You can go back to hovering over the sink in a second. Just hold in anything that tries to come up for half a minute, okay?"

If Faolan was going to be throwing up, he should at least have a cup of water to clear his throat out between heaves.