It's a good plan because Istredd is exhausted at all times now, he has been throughout this entire ordeal, physically and mentally and emotionally. Yet his dreams are troubled, as they probably will be for some time. It's like he can smell the damp earth still, feel that overwhelming sense of dread that kept snapping him awake no matter how tired he was. It's not as bad as it will be eventually, he is numbing to it now, but his sleep is very uneasy before he snaps awake.

He sits up, disoriented to find himself warm and in a room, much better than out in the open. Only then does he feel that sense in the back of his mind, the familiarity that he's been reaching for as much as possible, and yet never getting the click he seeks. Istredd sighs as his eyes fall on Lucifer and despite his disappointment, yes it is there, it's unavoidably, he looks at him with such hunger. Observing him, taking him in, alive and real and close again.

"You're an idiot," is the first thing he says. He moves slowly because there are aches that follow him, and he presses a hand to his abdomen in particular that protests when he moves. The words aren't harsh as they could be, they're not accusing, just weary. Their sort of weary.

"Have you seen the others?"