"This doesn't count as resting?" Ren gently, teasingly retorts, but concedes. "No, I understand what you mean."

He wriggles very, very carefully a bit closer to the edge of the bed, until there's enough room on it for Zevran, too, and sets the root aside. Now that he's actively not doing anything, everything is catching up with him. "I'd ask if you would be bored, but when I wondered if, Maker forbid, our positions were reversed, I don't think I'd find it boring to make sure you would be well again. To keep watch."

Slowly, he settles on resting his eyes. Well, eye. Chewing on the elfroot has helped, but most of it's gone to his side, instead.

"...The least I can do is give you space to rest, when you want to. Instead of leaving nothing but uncomfortable chairs."

Gulping down that brandy like it was going out of style, along with his lack of current danger here, leaves him feeling warm and comfortable. Drowsy. It would be so easy to just drift off like this.

He's tempted to.