Sven cradled his mug in his hands as they talked. Heat couldn't touch him, so it wasn't like he was waiting on it to cool...he just didn't want to blitz through his drink too fast not knowing how much booze was in this thing.

"A week? That's a long recuperation period, I don't envy you." He felt certain that he himself would be blazing at full strength by tomorrow--it's the one-two-punch of physical exertion coupled with having to have used a frankly obscene amount of magic that meant one solid night's rest hadn't been enough on its own.

"Do you always take so long to get back on your feet, or is it just that this place stretched you so damn thin?"