"Don't think half o'you count as rugged." Wil muttered, laying Stormwind beside him with one hand and slinging an arm around Merri's shoulders and tugging him closer with the other. "Drake, y'got first shift." He said quietly, his eyes already drooping closed.
Without his afternoon nap, you just had to fill up his stomach and Wil's body automatically began to sleep. With a couple sighs and a couple tugs at his cape, his head drooped on top of Merri's head and he was, technically unconscious.
Someone would wake him up when it was his watch. Hopefully.