He grumbled as she found amusement in his suffering. Of course, he didn't need her help to puke, there was a perfectly good pot off to the side where he dropped the contents from his stomach. The stench of it was foul. "Leave me be for a minute, I can clean myself up thank you. I am miserable enough on my own." Ugh, he thought as he moved to the ewer on a stand, filled the bowl that was beneath it with the cold water inside. He turned and gave a glare, then pointed to the door. Assuming she would leave him in peace long enough to make himself better, he turned and took care of his needs.

He would emerge about five minutes later, smelling cleaner, dressed in clean clothes, groomed as a careless man would groom his hair (the hand comb), carrying his bag and notes. "Common room." he muttered.