Worse than I've had recently. Usually- Usually I have the good sense not to land on my head.

[ He grumbles a little at being moved around. He was sitting down already! Uncomfortably and in a precarious position and liable to slide ungracefully down the steps, but sitting down. ]

'm fine. [ There's a slight slur to his speech there, but he frowns and corrects it. This is too much like drunkenness for comfort. ] I'm fine. I'll just have a bastard of a headache tomorrow. Are you- [ he can feel Sypha's glare on him. ] -feeling less shit?