For Honerva, it was too long, though simultaneously, all that had occurred had been somewhat of a blur and fairly quickly, with mostly Lup's reminders helping keep her grounded, seeking first medical assistance to later making him comfortable here, so that her entire haze of this isn't all spent hovering. Still, Lotor will not be alone in the room when he begins to stir, though the lights are mostly off--no need for brightness when an occupant was sleeping, aside from the very soft glow of a table light on a desk.

The sound of Lotor clearing his throat gathers her attention immediately, as Honerva shifts in the nearby chair, still holding a cool cloth in her hands. She'd just checked his fever again not too long ago, hoping for a sign that it might be finally breaking.

"Lotor?"

Not too loudly, but hopefully enough for him to start putting pieces together.