He stares at her, "It's going to be unfortunate if I forget this conversation."

Because that was a whole hell of a statement that brought up about twenty more questions he wants to ask her. Or it would if they didn't keep slipping away like eels in a bucket. He's having trouble holding onto any one thought for more than a few seconds, but not in the way he normally does where his brain is flashing from idea to idea. This is more a slow, idle drop down to less and less coherent thoughts, like a rock meant to skim across a lake and instead plunging to the depths on the first skip.

A swish of his hand and he casts tenser's floating disk and plops down on the edge of the shimmering pink disc. He needs to sit down for a bit before he collapses from the fatigue.

"Do mortals go through illnesses like this often? How do they cope with this..."