With the numbing ocean waves carrying him along again, Theon huffs out a laugh at being told not to be a dick, only to find himself wondering what the healers here had thought of that. Are they going to want to talk about it?

Better to try and eat the icy orange stick. He watches Neil intently, and then copies the motion, too high and too suddenly thirsty to carry that it seems a little strange.

"You're not from here," Theon confirms, sticking out his tongue to see if there's an orange tint to it. Whatever the healer put in his needle, it makes him feel a lot better.