He nods, all that sounding pretty familiar, though he couldn't begin to parse what a 'B-Vitamin' was, but that didn't seem too important. A medicine of some kind, likely.

"Body shock from rough couple of nights with near-no rest in sight, no matter how much sleep was had...doesn't surprise me a fair few of us are looking worse for wear." His smile develops a small edge as he looks down and away, working through his next words like some weakness he ought not admit too when he knew it wasn't nearly so dramatic.

"I'd usually tell a person some lavender tea and a cozy pillow'd fix you right up, but laying down seems a bit like stepping off a cliff without wings right now. Can't even suggest finding a sparring partner or taking a run to wear the body out, cause I doubt it needs much help there...just...some convincing." Convincing it wasn't about to suffer or die again and be jerked to wakefulness to start all over simply from some latent panic response. He's a Death Cleric, he should know a thing or two about dying and death and dealing with it, his own or others...but somehow it was different when it hadn't even stuck. There was a reason resurrections were tricky magics.