"I can see you've never tried to make Cuthbert rest when he doesn't want to," Alain said, with a tired smile. He looked exhausted, pale and wan, dark circles under his eyes. "As for me, I'll speak you honest, sai Johnson: I'd sooner not sleep, and if I stay still too long in this state, then sleep I will."

And sleep, he thought, would bring bitter dreams with it. He was sensitive, more than most, to the bonds of ka-tet, and losing Jamie had felt like having his heartstrings broken. It still ached, that dull emptiness where Jamie's life should have been. He didn't want to dream, not now.