You'll find a way. Use your month to plan something truly dastardly.

[Like, soup with a lot of little things in it, so he can explain how he doesn't trust food he can't see, again. He laughs, then coughs, then makes a face. Yuck. Then he sort of drift-rolls onto his side to squish Rio's big beloved face, while Viktor readies the notebook.]

She can come up here if she really wants to, [so he's not too sick to coo at Rio, write that down.] Nausea: yes, immensely. I might need an emergency bucket just in case. Aches... hmm; moderate. Oh—

[Oh, he is rising a little higher up in the air, there he goes.]