"You're drunk," Ernie muttered with his eyes closed. He was laying on his side, arms crossed over his chest and facing the direction that Zach had come from. He wasn't a deep sleeper, hadn't been since arriving at this school. Having to wake up when Cynric called had become second nature, he hadn't wanted to get him angry. Yawning, he shifted without opening his eyes. And when Zach didn't answer, he scooted back against the wall to make room for Zach on his tiny bed. "Come here."