"Oh, I think I'm taking it in just fine," Tommy says mildly. He closes his eyes for a moment, breathing slowly to ward off some of the rising sickness. He sips his tea again. "But if any of this involves walking, I don't think I'm doing that anytime soon. Even if you did keep me from passing over last night."

He's fairly certain he would have survived the night last night, if only because he's survived so many nights before. Still, he appreciated the effort, whatever it was that she'd done.