[ It would be nice if Adelis would not be haunted by anything, even the horrors from his own homeland, but there's only so much of that sentiment that comes across in his sleepy haze. It's fine, though. It's not like Orrian corruption can seep out from the realm of dreams and touch people here (don't go undead adelis!!).

But he does give a satisfied nod at the other's affirmation, though no smile crosses his face this time. Is his incessant talking grating on him? It's hard to filter himself when he's this tired. ]

I'm glad to hear it. If you ever need my help with anything else, never hesitate to reach out.

[ And reach out he does...to his coffee. He contemplates the cooling brown liquid for a moment before he takes a sip. It tastes more bitter like this. Maybe he likes that. ]

Even for bingo, for example.