Alex wanted to argue more, how it wouldn't take that much longer, and then he'd sleep, really. Honest. But he was just so tired. "Elia does make the good shit," he sighed, clamping down on a yawn. Then he snorted. "NĂ raibh teanga an Bhreatnais riamh aige," he said. "Mum had a cousin who lived there, he said it looked like they threw Scrabble tiles at the wall to name places. She sighed at him a lot."
"I know that," he replied. "And I know that all the parts have to work together, I'm just making sure mine is the best it can be." He sighed again, putting the talisman in his pocket. "Yeah, all right," he said, after a few long moments. "Since I'm half convinced your next move would just be throwing me over your shoulder."