"Yeah. Right."

The mage is totally out of it. Who is Caramon, anyway? Maybe he should ask him once the man properly comes to.

With the sting of his Brand settled, and the forest a quiet refuge from the night's battle, Guts spreads his cloak over his body as he nestles up against an ancient tree trunk. Much as he did before, he decides its a good time to get a little shut-eye before the sun shines fully on them.