You are not especially keen on staying down here. You've already been here for.. what, six, seven hours, sleeping in the stale sopor dreamlessly, and you've already occidentally fondled enough artifacts of the dead to last you a lifetime.

But you can see the way Sipara's swaying on her feet, and even if your face is still stinging, you're not in a quadrant where the idea of her driving off the side of the road is appealing. She could use the rest.

So you answer for her. "That would be excellent," you say, beaming at Hinnom, and the grub grins back, clearly pleased. "I need to make some apologies.. and Sipara could use the sleep."

You loosen your grip on her hands, and start tugging her towards the stairwell, ducking your horns pre-emptively. You're not about to make that mistake again. "It'll do wonders for your temperment," you tell her, and you're not joking. If she's wound up enough to actually hit you, then that means she needs to sleep, stale sopor or not.

Oh. Wait. You have no issues making decisions for Sipara - she's always doing it for you, after all. But Marduk is another matter. You hesitate, peering back over your shoulder. "Ah.. unless - Marduk, do you need to get back somewhere? I can escort you, if you want."