He nodded, but his eyes were refusing to focus, and the pain was fast on its way to becoming blinding. He shifted, and gasped as he bounced his head off a small rise in the ground, the sudden bump all the pain needed to go from blinding to gut churning. He held back the sudden surge of nausea through training, but had to close his eyes, and hope they got that tea out quickly. He didn't care much for tea, but if it made the mana strain headache, amplified by the poison go down, he would cheerfully drink it out of a tarring bucket.