[oh, shit, can that happen? Styx makes a soft noise, somewhere between thoughtful and concerned, as his dull brain takes that joke way too seriously. he's always been a robustly healthy dude, but...geez, that was something else to worry about now, wasn't it?]

's fine, don't gotta apologize or nothing.

[his words are a little spacey, if still genuine, since his mind is still fixating on the newfound terrors of the flu. thankfully he shakes it off after actually speaking, and the rest of his response is more collected.]

Uh, but, what you were actually talking about with the post 'nd all...you really think killing her's the only way?