“For Hircine’s sake it’s not even dawn yet! Shyren what did you do again?”

let him sleep.

[ID: a digital drawing of a man wearing a fur kilt standing in front of a tent. He has sickly greyish skin, an open wound over the heart, and his heart is replaced by a spiky fruit or flower. His hair is long and bright orange. He is holding a staff in one hand and a huge flagon of tea (helpfully labeled as such) in the other. He looks very tired.]