After she described the process she had gone through, Conlan shook his head.
"Kids today and they're crazy fads." Her explanation made things slightly more clear. She was the dwarf mage he'd heard a bunch of people talking about. Her recruitment suddenly made a great deal more sense as well.
When she drifted off, he didn't mind. Sleep would help her feel a little better. He contemplated going back to bed himself, but as he thought about it, he realized, she was a Grey Warden, just like him. If he left, someone might stumble upon her, or she might end up choking or hurting herself, or her condition might get worse.
He dipped a hand in the bucket, and splashed some cold water on his face to keep awake. Then he scooted over, taking the cool rag from the bucket, and squeezing out most of the water. He folded it up, and layed it across her forehead. He would have prayed to the maker for her not to have any dreams, but at this point he really didn't think the Maker gave damn.