Briefly, he hesitates - though it is in regards to him joining Kreyu in the bed, not the offer of something to help him sleep - but he nods.

"I would take it." A grateful smile, faint but at least he's trying, some Light seeping back into his soul. "And I think your words are true. It would help us both."

Fitting their bodies together will not be a challenge.

He drains off the rest of his beer as she finishes working the water and rag over everywhere it is decent for her to do so - not that he would care otherwise in this moment, given how utterly drained of physical energy he is feeling.

A wave of fear rises out of the Dark, his voice suddenly small.

"She was so very far gone," he whispers, looking to the bed, at Kreyu's sleeping form. "I nearly lost hold of her."