Henry was too out of it to even think about if it wasn't true or not. He had to eat the fries carefully, because he had been hit in the mouth and he was down a tooth, but he managed to mash them into paste with his tongue and swallow. "You have one?" he said, holding out a fry as Iestyn rested the cloth on his face. Henry let out a gentle moan at the slight relief the cool cloth gave him.