"You? No, I never would have guessed," Simon deadpan teased as he offered the herbal remedy to Zevran first. It wouldn't taste very pleasant, but it should start working to bring the temperature down with rest. It was what Simon had been taking...though he hadn't been allowing himself the 'rest' part of it and leaving him just as worn down as Zevran, the mage just hid it better.

"And them? The big one is thankfully quiet, that's all I've been able to tell. Mostly they just like to watch."

Maker, that didn't sound right at all. Simon grimaced slightly, though the spirit across the table was impressively unmoved. Mostly it seemed interested in whether or not Zevran was actually going to take the offered medicine.