Lake Rodney the minor fall, the major lift

"I don't think I even want to know, what anti-shit-amines are, let alone try them," Birk grumbled in a nasal voice, while wiping his dripping nose. Boy, did the medicine had a foul name - how could that stuff heal anything? Then he recalled that his something-great-granny had been a famous healer once and one of her best remedies had involved bear dung and fish guts. So... all things considered, there were definitely worse cures than the one Ragine had proposed. 

"Been to the coast already and not going back there anytime soon," he replied, feeling quite tired from his wandering in the North. His curiousity for adventures had been quenched for the time being. He then was caught up in a coughing spell, therefore he missed that one important word in the last question ("ever") and assumed that the girl had asked him, how he had been. This was nice, considering that no one he happened to meet again ever asked this. 

"Aside from this sorry state - I am doing fabulous. Isn't that obvious?" he straightened himself, sat tall only to burst out in a series of several sneezes in the next moment.