[Hey, not David's fault that he looks like something out of a tale. He's just doing his best. He smiles down at Balthier then moves to the bathroom to find a wash cloth. This he wet and came back to press over Balthier's forehead.]

Fifteen minutes, maximum, I promise. I'm only down the hall, so this will be quick provided Matthew didn't drink it all. I know coffee isn't your thing, but really, you're going to want it. I'll be right back. I'm keeping your key card until I return.

[With that he slipped out, quiet as a shadow, the light going with him. In the end it took almost twenty minutes before he returned, letting himself in and kindling little lights again before moving to the bed.]

I've chilled the coffee a little. Hold your hand out for the pills.