Percy just stood there, confused, then put a calming hand on Keyleth's arm. "It's fine," he said hoarsely. "He didn't do anything to me. It's okay, Keyleth. I'm fine. Just relax, please. You're making me anxious." Maybe if he framed it in terms of himself, he could get her to calm down and stop feeling threatened by everything.
He shook his head with a snort of amusement at Shaun's words. "I'm afraid I won't be much use for anything in a bed but sleep," he told him. "If that." He frowned as Shaun and Keyleth attempted to help him walk. It made him uncomfortable, having to rely on other people. It always had. "This really is not necessary," he insisted, gently disentangling himself from them and moving forward. And...okay, that was a bad idea. It was only Vax's speed that saved him from collapsing to the floor in a decidedly ungraceful heap, or faceplanting alltogether. "Or," he admitted, "I could be wrong. Yes...I was very wrong. Oh god, that was a terrible idea. Do not let me do that again." He leaned heavily against Vax's side, then let Shaun step back into place beside him, reaching around him for Keyleth's hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I am a very stupid man sometimes," he said with self-deprecating humor. "I am more than willing to admit that. Now someone please get me to a bed before I make more of an ass of myself." Sleep might not come, but he was reasonably certain he would not be left to face any demons that lurked there alone. And if all else failed, maybe they could break out that drink from Ank'Harel. He had no doubt that would knock him out and give him a dreamless sleep if he had enough.