At the assurance that Khadgar would find a healer if his head didn't improve, Medivh uttered a soft 'hrmm' of agreement. He'd take him there himself if he was going to be stubborn about it. Though at that thought he had to mentally snort. He too was as stubborn as anything with that sort of thing.

The Magus sighed, attempting to settle. Though with Khadgar on top of him like this it was somewhat distracting. He really wasn't used to having someone sharing a sleeping space with him. Every movement Khadgar made, Medivh noticed. Even the subtle ones. He could feel the tension in the other mage's body, and marveled that he could still be tense after the rather...vigorous work out from before. He inwardly smiled at the memory, though he had to be careful lest he wake up....things...again. It was bad enough with an Archmage sprawled on top of him.

Khadgar's question broke him from his musings, and he uttered a soft "Eh? Hm....the sun hadn't been set for very long. The moons had risen." He said finally after some thought. "Why....when did you arrive?" They were too close to really look at each other, so the Magus simply asked: "What is wrong Khadgar?"