"Maybe I'd better not sleep at all," Lorcan said, disconcerted by that possibility. And then slowly more and more horrified as he thought about it. He let his arm sink into the chair, then moved it and let it sink into his leg, his brows lowering. "Or a hammock with a hole and Min to keep watch," he decided doubtfully. "I think that'll be okay. Though the healer didn't say anything, so maybe there's no need to worry at all. I don't think it'll wear off all at once, so I'd probably notice." But better safe than sorry.
He frowned at Corrie, distracted and not sure what to make of her comment. He'd expected her to want walls. "You can make walls if you want," he decided. "Or bead curtains if you prefer? Folding screens?"