It's not your fault. Don't worry about it, we have a spare room.

[He glances at Alhaitham for a long moment, gauging his reaction, before he finishes bandaging March's ankle. There's a whole conversation to be had about the uneven levels of medical treatment here that Kaveh will be very yelly about later.]

Now...I can make some things that'll help your stomach and get that taste out of your mouth. Do you want to stay out here, or go to the spare room now?