"I'm fine." The words are pointed, as if it's the only thing anyone's asked him all day. He's the doctor, he's the one that should be concerned about everyone else! But he smirks once the tense moment passes, knowing he needs to make light of the situation. "Doctors said I'm just as hearty and virile as always and my man double-checked the scans. I just had to sleep it off."

That's a light way of putting spent most of a day in a magic coma, Garrot. So instead, he'll flip things around and try to lighten the mood before she can get a word in edgewise.

"You know sand is just tiny rocks, right? It's, like, everywhere." He sighs and just wiggles his hand as a standing offer to help stabilize her. "Seriously, you'll find sand way inland in Koskenkorva. Maybe I'll show you some when you visit?" Garrot snorts back a laugh at the notion of adding sand-hunting to Haizea's international itinerary. At least he's having fun with it all?