Daniel pushed himself to his feet, a stubborn set to his features now as he shook off Methos' hand and made his way to the bed, sitting down and moving to pull of his shoes. When he bent down, though, his head began to throb immediately and he gave a soft cry of pain before he stood again and tried to get hiimself undressed, determined to do it himself. He hated feeling so damned weak. Methos had come to his rescue... wait... how...

"How did you know where I was?" he asked, not looking at Methos but his tone of voice gave off the vibe that he wanted to truth... and he wasn't going tos top asking until he got it.