Micolash just breathes softly for a time through his mouth, narrow chest rising up and down slowly with the same. Trying to muddle through the blanket of confusion being half-asleep causes. That strange feeling of everything not being quite real.

He does not want to be aware any longer. He has been too aware this whole while leading up to this sorry state.

The scholar nods weakly, just once, a single dip of his chin. Please. Put him to rest and ensures he stays there.