[Hak will either be more or less on guard after this. He moves to sit down on the bed, trying to air his clothes out.]

E... Everyone will smell... keep it shut...

[He groans and moves to lay back down.]

T... There's a tea... supposed to remove heats... it's somewhere in the market...

[From what he heard, at least. It might be garbage, but Hak is laying here, wet and dying. Not a good look.]