Ozmic
Whiskered Writer
The man gave a dismissive wave and shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Unless I'm ever in a pinch like that... then feel free to not let me die." He snickered, rubbing lightly at the back of his head. The headache had started to diminish, but slowly. Following her gaze down the hallway, he gave a nod, sighing as well. "Yea'. So much for a restful night of sleep," he said, only half joking. "After our spar earlier and tryin' my hand a magick, I could use a few hours. Can't risk it though... who knows what could happen while I'm snoozin'." He smirked, but something in his eyes showed real worry. He couldn't bear the thought of someone getting hurt while he was asleep.