The towel takes care of the worst of it and lingering sniffles, and a quick wave of prestidigitation does the rest. He still aches, the worst of it moving to his temples now. Fjord's hand at his back is soothing, but Essek still shakes his head.

"Not really, no." He sniffs again, dabbing at his nose. "...maybe?...but I have a headache now."