Save what—I said stop it.

[Ilsa pushes him back down again, this time with more force, and she won't stop until his head is back on her pillow.]

Don't make me knock you over the head with Nybeth to get you to sleep. I'd say you deserve some of it for getting drunk off your ass, but... [It mostly isn't his fault. Well, okay, the drinking definitely was, but would he have done it if he were himself? Doubtful.] You can stay here for as long as you need, until your head no longer feels like it's going to crack like a coconut.