You forget, I saw the state of your bed this morning. Not even you can sleep in that right now. [ Luckily Claude's been in Sylvain's bed for at least the last two or three nights now. He supposes the other man could get away with that. Temporarily, at least. ] Your library exploded again, did it? I'm pretty sure moving heavy books around is not advisable when you're sporting new holes and not supposed to tear out any stitches.

[ As if the part-time healer beside him would ever let a wound ever go unhealed if it was to the point of needing something as barbaric as stitches. ]