“Smart ass,” he said in response, obviously amused in tone, but quiet enough because he was not far away from actually passing out. Everything was getting wavy and hazy around the edges. Even so, one hand reached out just enough to flick at her side... he guess arm since there was fabric there, like he was flicking a juniper berry across a table.
It was weak, but it wouldn't have been meant to hurt her anyway. “There, and with that I'm spent.” Which was not much of a joke. He was wavering on the edge of sleep and gave up. He wasn't going to fight it. He wasn't going to hurt her, or do much else. She was hurt and he was too physically exhausted to be of use to anyone in any situation.
A slow, deep breath and a long exhale and that was it. Exhaustion won. He'd fight with her tomorrow on all this... whatever it was or wasn't.