Eric shakes his head. "I do not know," he says, honestly, his expression a lot more open and honest than usual. "I did not see him until well after he had left with you. A day, perhaps. That is usually the way these things go. We do not necessarily have a circulatory system, we are not exactly metabolizing what we ingest." He glances back at Thranduil. "I suppose it depends on how long your magic lasts," he says, with a shrug, feeling high as a kite.