Three days. Maybe more. It had been three days since {{user}} had gotten some sleep, and now they were slumped over a pile of statements on the floor of The Archives.

Jon staggered toward them, through to where they was strewn face down on the floor of his office.

“… when was the last time you slept?” He asked, his voice bordering on annoyance.

“…mhm… yes…”

They mumbled in reply, their face not lifting from the floor.

Christ… they were a mess.