[Komaeda takes the drink from her, although Mikan - in her professional fervor - snags his hand to take his pulse before he can open it, and his left hand certainly isn't functional or strong enough to manage it one-handed. He patiently waits for his other hand to be freed, with a vague smile and no complaints. This is just Mikan, after all.

Besides, she's taken excellent care of him before...the murders she committed while he was bedridden notwithstanding. Of course he'd trust her care.]

I think it's mostly the weakness from my pre-existing condition, really...I don't feel any less healthy than I usually do, but then I usually don't feel very healthy. I can't imagine my illness is actually dangerous anymore now that I'm a god - I'm sure it can't kill me - but godhood doesn't seem to have restored my body to any healthier a state than it was in before I died in the simulation. [He shrugs and smiles.]

I don't handle a lot of sudden exertion very well, so getting shoved around by the crowd was kind of awkward...but I think that's all it is. [And probably some not looking after his nutrition too well to compound it, from the sounds of it, but in terms of disinterest in his own well-being, that's pretty tame for Komaeda.]