Artemis blinked, feeling the world start to pick up again. He looked up at Haku and smiled, "Much better. Much better indeed."

He couldn't move very well, but that was to be expected. He was, after all, chained to a bed and recovering from heavy poison. But he could think clearly, and it wasn't difficult to speak. Wonderful, he could carry on a normal conversation with Haku now. And earlier than expected--what a pleasant surprise.

Well, as normal as a conversation carried on while strapped to a bed could be.

"How was your evening?" He began, looking slightly uncomfortable. "Momochi-san wasn't angry with you... was he...?"