[Varian had been partly dozing on the bed when Fern walks back in. He pulls himself up in a sitting position, groaning a little as a new wave of dizziness takes hold. Ugh, he hates this, he's already so bored of it. There's a brief flicker of panic as Fern says that he's leaving- only settling when he assures he'll be back. As much as Varian usually relishes his solitude, he'd rather not be left in his own company at present.

And so, he offered a tired smile, crossing a finger over his chest. ]

Trust me, I'm not planning on going anywhere any time soon. Thanks for the soup and... literally everything, actually.