[Liethell]

"I used to too. It probably was not one of my smartest habits." He chuckles, and he strokes up and down Vincent's back. "Occasionally, I talk in my sleep." He leaves his side for just a moment, to unzip the sleeping bag for him. "I might sleep leaning against the walls in the corner of the room, so you might mistake me for awake when I'm really not." He sets the ball of light on the bed nearby, and it dims enough to substitute as a nightlight. "I'll be a bit, I've got to wash my makeup off. Please settle in, you look frozen to the bone and tired to boot."