Fastidious as a cat? He looks at the Sister with a flattened, weary expression, unsure if it was an insult (overly fastidious??) or a compliment. His head was still swimming too much to determine the answer. So he melts further still into his pile of blanket until his face is half-obscured by it. All that's left is one long leg extended haphazardly accross the cart, the other folded up with the rest of him.

"Warm water would be nice..." he admits, voice muffled through the bundle. A thoughtless wish tossed into the air in earnest. Too hot and his body will ache and throb, too cold and he'll be miserable and shivering.

It was hard to make out the infirmary from the village gate, but he catches a glimpse of the familiar arrangement of lanterns through the sheets of rain. So much for being kicked out. Guess he'd be roommates with that apothecary witch for longer than she'd like.