"No, thank you," Gonou says, and tosses Eiffel a slightly playful glance as he settles in on the bed and adjusts his pillow into a backrest. He may be too worried -- or, to be honest, feeling a little too guilty -- to put his weight on Eiffel, but he's not going to wallow.

"All I have to drink is Xie Lian's medicinal tea. It's very bad." And genuinely helpful, but he's had several cups today and he feels virtue has been satisfied thereby.