"So it wasn't magic, then," he muses, almost to himself. That certainly seems to track with what he had felt earlier, and what he seems to be feeling. At least on top of it all, the lyrium in his skin is still dormant. The last thing he needed was to be worrying about that as well.

It's also true that the pain in his own head has hardly seemed to lessen since waking. Still, he frowns at Klaus, looking rather dubious about a suggested 'cure-all.'

"Which is?"