[Irving doesn't bother. The symptoms of this, which he'd never gotten a satisfactory answer for (and he's getting sick of less than satisfactory answers), are much stronger than at Ginnungagap.

He just about hears her remark and has a ready remark on his lips when he fell unconscious.

When he wakes up, he has a Ril on his chest and is a little confused.]

You said something about tea?