"...Yes."

It feels like the second that he is reminded that he must be tired, his body finally recognizes how much it as been through in the last day. Even if it is technically a new body, his mind and memory was strong enough to carry the exhaustion he was already saddled with into it, compounded with the stress that was coming back from death and nearly dying again while running and fighting nonstop for what felt like hours.

And it is only as they make their way in that direction that the less-important details finally begin to come through. Amid memories of a similar quiet night they spent, with the Dark Urge gently ushering him to bed. There is now also where they are. He hasn't slept on a bedroll since he was a teenager. Even when he was traveling before, there were inns. Cots.

And then, "...Do you sleep?" A slow blink as he looks down at his hands. "Do I, now?" What a strange question to find himself asking, but he feels heavy as he thinks that there was no way that trancing was going to have any sort of impact.