"A month? By the Cauldron, what caused it?" Rhysand asked as he balked at her in shock. Then a hand touched his face and smeared the paint.
"What did you do?" he asked with a laugh as he got up, dragging the IV with him toward the bathroom. Standing was no easy task and he stumbled the first step or so before willing his energy into his feet. Laying down for all of that time had not treated him well.