Teg's hand flew out, covering Leland's reach for his bag, as he shook off the last shudders from his retching. "No, I'm..." His stomach cringed again as he breathed back in, the smell revisiting his nostrils. Settling, spitting out some saliva, he sat back on his heels and looked blankly forward through his seepy eyes.
"I'm fine." He replied non-chalantly, his head still swimming a little. "I'm just an idiot." Lifting drowsy eyelids, his face flush and hair unkempt, Teg was sure he looked like death run over. "A right idiot, a greedy fool."