When Æn'kae blanched, the green undertones to his skin became more visible briefly. He'd forgotten how crude medicine was at this point. The idea of actually needing to cut open someone's brain churned his stomach. He might have been okay normally, but he was already rattled by the idea of anyone messing with his head at all. Even knowing it wouldn't happen. "I uh, I should... kitchen's this way," he mumbled after recovering enough to do so.