[ Kurt takes his glass and holds it between his hands for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of drinking with Logan again. He takes a small sip and winces -- Logan's taste in liquor tends to be lean more towards strength than flavor -- then a longer one, sighing a little as it takes the edge off his pain.

He meets Logan's eyes, not able to stop himself from offering a faint smile at the strength of his concern. ]

I don't know, mein Freund. I get the feeling this isn't something that medical science can help. [ He glances down at the dried blood at his sleeve, then dabs at his nose, a little embarrassed. ] Unless someone has figured out why this place is changing our powers?