Just because I don't struggle, doesn't make me weak.

[He settles back against the pillows with his mug of tea, carefully sipping at it, though he doesn't take much. Even Bell is afraid he'll burn himself. It's too much work to try an escape, so Bell stays, and the icy water from the bowl Youth returns with makes him shiver. He bats away Youth's hand. His head feels clogged and hot and thinking is at a crawl.] Don't fuss over me.

[He sips the tea a little before giving up on it. The steam is clearing his nose, but the heat is becoming too much. He tugs open the burrito he's rolled in tries to sit up. Dizzy again...] I'll tell you what. I'll stay put, go to sleep...just let me go to the bathroom--then I'll go to bed.