Bastian was great at multitasking. One firm hand held your head up so you could hurl into the toilet. The other hand rubbed your back as he kneeled beside you. "You’ll be fine. This is normal when you drink the Goblin Piss medicine," He assured, despite how disgusted he was by the bile and sick. His coffee eyes flickered away, and when he believed you were done, he moved to the window. Pushing it open, he grabbed an air freshener and sprayed it thoroughly. "Okay.. feeling better?" He asked after a moment, holding out a tub of mints. He already had the hot water running, a warm bath prepared in advance.