With a small, wry smile, Aqua touches where his own wound has closed. "It wasn't the bleeding that would have killed me. The knife missed everything important."

Whoever stabbed him sure sucked at stabbing. Anyway, he sobers up after that.

"...As for that... yeah. There's diazepam."

AKA Valium. AKA the Good Shit. It's good for more than panic attacks; among the various things it treats, including withdrawal symptoms and eclampsia, are muscle spasms.

"I'd say to just stick to acetaminophen if you were in more constant pain, but if the spasms themselves are the problem, diazepam works as a muscle relaxant. That said... I'm not comfortable just handing over controlled substances."

Especially not when the house is hungry for death. Aqua glances away, painfully aware of his youth and the inexperience it implies, then looks back up.

"Do you trust me to keep track of the dosage?"