Oh, think nothing of it, Freminet! You didn't ask to get sick, did you? So why would I be upset over this?

[He moves in to drop off a food container, smelling of ginger and fish, before turning back to Freminet.]

I brought some fish soup for you; it's made with ginger, and the chef who prepared it insisted it'll help quell an upset stomach. But if you'd rather just rest, I can store it away for you.