I didn't know you cared, Wenny.

[The nickname slips out, he's tired, he still doesn't feel like he's at home in his own body, and now he's got to go to the Jug? He groans, getting up once more.]

I don't need healing, but if you've got beer, I'm not going to say no. The water here tastes worse than the stuff at home. And taking hallucinogenics from strange women is one of my favourite pastimes, you can't tell me to stop.