“While the damage was bad. It wasn’t any worse than usual, so I think another hour or two,” the butler said. Then fluffed his masters pillows, and gently took to washing the elixir off his skin with a towel. 

After an hour Asran began to rouse awake. He groaned in discomfort before opening his eyes. Before he could lift his body the butler set a hand to his shoulder. “Easy there,” he said. Asran groaned setting a hand to his head. “I feel like a chugged eight barrels of mead, and a barrel of wine as a chaser,” he said.