[ Cullen has since brought chairs into his office, given that he and Neria often have had nightly meetings that last quite some time. While he isn't one to sit while he accomplishes all of his work, standing for hours on end makes the muscles tense and cramp. During times like this, it is especially worse, and at the very least, he takes a seat. ]

[ It's with great reluctance that he accepts the broth, tea, and bread. But it is for Neria's sake that he does so, not wanting to reject such a kind gesture from her and risk insulting. Truthfully, holding down food has been as much of a challenge as sleeping, where it is painful and difficult enough that it flat out hasn't happened in days. He's truly in a concerning state, weakened without food or rest. When Cullen sinks into his chair, he's certain he won't be able to get out of it for some time. But there is ease on his bones when he gives in. ]

Thank you...

[ Staring at the food is... Daunting. He's afraid to eat, really. So he goes for the tea first, finding some relief in the warm liquid to his parched throat. He sets his cup down, then leans back into his chair. ]

I suppose I would do well to be honest.

[ Hiding it won't do any good, especially when he knows well that Neria can see how this plagues him. She knows him well enough, and obviously cares. To lie would be to think little of her feelings. ]

I've had an ongoing migraine for the last four days. Whether or not that is from being unable to hold down food or get some rest, or just a symptom I cannot be certain.

My bones and muscles ache and burn, yet I feel cold as if I've been frostbitten. And there are times my heart beats nearly out of my chest.

So...

[ With a forced, crooked smile, Cullen laughs. ]

I would think that qualifies as "not so good".