Hershel made a face at that. "Blimey, that's a bit overkill, isn't it? Are you alright? I assume you learned the hard way."

And his temperature is fine, just a healthy British lad over here. He glanced at his bracelet again, still at 9 BP, and shrugs helplessly. "Unless my bracelet is lying, I suppose I should go check to make sure. Would you like to come?" Plenty of delicious gruel to go around.