Arthur's head throbbed dully as he shifted over in his bed, he groaned in pain and rubbed his temple, trying to ease the feeling away. It didn't leave, if anything it just got worse. He quickly put a hat on and tilted it over his eyes, the morning light making his head protest with a sharper pain, "Shit... workin' today is going to be hell."

He took a deep breath and forced himself out of his room, trying to ignore the amount of noise immediately rushing him as Jack and John both shouted good morning to him. Arthur waved them off and rushed downstairs, instead running straight into you, "Oh fuck... hi {{user}} um," he knew you could tell when he was in pain and he also knew the second you saw it in his face he'd end up trapped in his bed.

"I need to get going to town for groceries," Arthur tried, walking around you and toward the wagon on the edge of camp. He could hear you following after him unfortunately. "You should probably stay here at camp right?" Arthur could tell you weren't buying anything he said.

"...if you let me go the store I'll let you come with so I don't over do it."