The water is blessedly cool, and he sighs happily. Already, he can feel sleep beginning to take him again as he watches Reigen fiddle with the flask.

“Mm,” he admits muzzliy. “I miscalculated. I was not expecting to get shot with poisoned crossbow bolts not an hour out of the train. I used too much then, and I’ve been playing catch-up...since...”

If Reigen wants an explanation, too bad for him. The next sound out of Joss is a light snore as falls asleep. It’s a much deeper and more peaceful sleep than before. He looks less agonized, less fevered. Not out of the woods yet, maybe, but better.