They finished eating their hot chocolate, and then they talked a bit; Adrien had some trouble following the conversation - although he thought he was feeling better after having the chocolate (and it had doubtlessly helped), now the exhaustion was beginning to settle in. "I know it's just half past four, but I could sleep right now", he said as he sank deeper into the couch; his body felt heavy, and his head wooly. He tilted his head on one side, then closed his eyes.

"You can, if you want", Valerion said. "In fact, if you feel tired, please, do sleep; it would only do you good after what happened".

"But I don't want to go upstairs...", Adrien whined, a chuckle at the end of his voice.

"If you'd like, you could sleep right here. After all, this couch is so big, it might as well be a bed. Should I get you a blanket?".

Adrien sprang back in an upright sitting position, as if Valerion's words had pricked him. "I -- I was just -- I don't want to impose --".

"You're not imposing", Valerion said with a smile. He stood up and, with a complicated gesture of his hand, he pulled a neatly folded blanket out of thin air - of a red darker than that of the couch. "Please, make yourself comfortable".