"Then do not sleep, but stay in bed." Which he obviously wouldn't do, judging by the weapons he put around his hips. "You talk about Cuthbert as if he is the only stubborn one of your pair." She noted this dully, and looked down at him with muted hazel eyes that were both knowing and mildly exasperated. "There are things that can keep you awake, or things that keep you from dreaming, the body needs what it needs for a reason."

Her eyes slipped over to the book, which seemed intent on keeping itself near Alain like a protective companion. "... Magic like that will wear out the soul if you don't mind it properly."