It takes a bit of shifting and rearranging of the blankets around him until he can press his cheek against warm Qunari skin. Ah, bliss. "Hello, Toro."

It's not his smoothest or even most coherent line, but it's monosyllabic and he can manage that much easily enough without too much thought. Or. Wakefulness. But he's not ill. Ill elves cannoth old conversation! He clearly can. "How have you been?"

See? Conversation.