[Carlisle doesn't respond as Rey picks him up, completely and utterly dead weight as she sets him in the chair. He sputters to life a moment later as he suddenly straightens up, raising a shaking hand to his lips and hacking into it. Ink comes up, as expected... followed by more and more, the flow heavy as it spills on his tabard from his mouth.]

S- s- s- sorry, Miss— [his voice trembles as he rubs at his face, the ink seeping out from beneath his nails smearing across him] — Miss- Miss Rey. I w- wasn't ex- expecting to be s- so worn from the f- f- feeding and I did wh- what I could with what I h- h- had to w- work with and I think y- y- you are mostly in one p- p- piece an—

[He doubles over, his hand clutching violently at his abdomen as another flood of the black bile spills from him.]