[Cain is face down in Rion's bed, grumbling at the wary greeting. He rolls over, looking seriously half dead. He's sweaty, pale, his eyes puffy and pinkish. He is surrounded by opened and upended bags of ice, and rubs his nose with his arm as he turned to look up at Rion]
Oh, you're here. [His eyes were distant and unfocused, his hair was clammy and greasily plastered to his head]