Skulduggery accepted the help up to his feet, briefly wondering how a small amount of fire against his flesh could cause so much unnecessary pain long after the attack was over. For one dizzying moment, the detective almost took pity on everyone he'd ever hurled a fireball at; he quickly came back to his senses when he remembered that most of them had deserved far worse.

He took a moment before answering the man's question, head tilted in thought. "I don't think so." He'd been having an on-and-off-again headache for the past few days, but apart from that, Skulduggery wasn't really sure what being sick felt like. Not good, he imagined, but nothing really felt good like this. He'd coughed up a hairball a few minutes ago, for God's sake. "I'm just... not used to the balance quite yet. Thank you for your help."