Of course Gideon was right, and she'd see that when she wasn't so tired. When she wasn't so concentrated about the general attack on everyone in the village. When he wasn't, either. Doing something stupid wasn't on his agenda. Reckless, sure. Stupid was different. Gideon might recklessly charge down Lestrange if he saw him out in the open after this was all over. He might recklessly run Rabastan down with all the spells in his arsenal. But not until he got some sleep.
Slowly, Gideon shook his head. Too quickly and his brain would've probably started hurting. His eyes were already throbbing enough. He didn't need an extra headache on top of that. "Out here's fine," Gideon replied. He didn't see the point in standing up and moving when they would only sit down again. He was that tired, but he wouldn't let go of his wand for the world. Just in case. "Here's fine," he repeated, reaching up and rubbing at his eyes with his free hand. He really didn't want to stand up again.