"It's certainly ceiling-y." He agreed coming back from the kitchen, a glass of water and a number scribbled on a spare piece of paper her found. "Important rule of being high, the monsters can't get you under the blankets." He hadn't missed the blanket in the corner and retrieved it as soon as he put down the glass.
"Now, I wrote down the cellphone number of a healer if you think you need it." He probably shouldn't be giving out Strand's number now that he had a kid, but eh. Too late now. "But, uh, try and get some sleep?"