The pain's doing great. It's having the time of its life.

[ He chews the meat, then tries giving a real answer. It feels too much like complaining, but the other two get antsy if he tries to downplay it. ]

Better than it has been. Good enough to keep down food, at least. Still waiting for the fucking fever to break. [ Not for the first time, he gives a harsh little laugh. ] Before you ask, no. I've not been scratching it.

[ His eye, he means, still covered by a thick medicinal smelling paste with a dressing over it. Sypha's constantly reminding him not to scratch it. ]