The difference being, you were only in here in your bed a third of the time before we were kidnapped anyway. [ Sylvain huffs out a breath, a quiet grumble underlying the words. ] This is going back to normal for you.

Maybe I need to learn how to magically knock myself unconscious.

[ Because that spell he knows, that one Claude doesn't know he knows, doesn't work like that. At most, he'd doze a few moments before waking himself back up, the magic fizzling before it can really settle in because he fell asleep mid-cast.

...Yes, he'd tried. ]