Omi isn't sure if he feels better or worse knowing he's not the only one this man (Kon...zo? zan? What was it he said his name was? Omi's memory is so fuzzy at the moment) has had to take in and care for. He takes the towel with a quiet word of thanks and drapes it back over his forehead as he lets himself fall back against the pillow.

"I don't know... a little this morning I think? I don't know if I can handle anything."