By the time she's dug through the mess in his trunk, Neil has finished the tea and has set the mug on the table next to him so he can slowly settle back into bed. The pain has lessened, but he's still coughing into a sleeve and his breathing is hoarse. He glances over to his side to find the spirit is gone, too, but it doesn't seem to bother him.

"Huh?" He turns his gaze back to her, shifting slightly.