Finrod smiles a little at the ire in Fingon's voice, even though he cannot see it. He can understand well enough. "I did not ask if you should, did I? Only if you wanted." It is light teasing; Finrod would hardly risk further injury to his cousin. Just a few degrees at most.

He sets the cup aside. "How do you feel? Truthfully, Finde."

He very much plans to distract his cousin from the monotony of healers and sleep, however he may. He remembers how easy it is to fall into darkness, stuck in bed with only your thoughts and pain and inability to do a damned thing for company.