"You didn't think to, I don't know, warn me that you intended to sleep under my bed?"

The adrenaline from the panic is still lingering. It colors his thoughts, literally. Blots of spreading color, rolling around and muting the static. Had they not almost immediately lost the bond in the beginning when Istredd had been knocked out and relocated, he'd have recognized the panic as a near-exact match.

"That maybe, just maybe waking up--" he breaks off, scratches out 'with you gone', continues, "wouldn't have been a concern?!"