"Ah, good morning!" Nazarchtharin says cheerfully when Colle finally tracks them down. "Or is it afternoon?" "It is the evening of the third day after you arrived." "Ah, I lost track." "I noticed." Colle looks at Ffion, who is slumped against a bookshelf. "And this poor girl needs to sleep in a real bed, even if you don't." She hauls Ffion to her feet. Nazarchtharin watches them go, then turns back to the book on their lap, apparently happy to carry on with the marathon reading session.