“You should sleep, Captain Mithrun.”

He only stares at you blankly as the candlelight flickers over his face, but obeys, settling into the mattress with a soft sigh. “I can’t. I need spells to sleep.”

Your expression sours with confusion, and Mithrun murmurs to himself in response, watching while you lift the blanket up and let it fall onto him.

The silence between the two of you is awkward until he speaks up.

“There's no point.”