He sat down at it, and before lying back he pulled open a drawer and pulled out the flask of blood he had won as payment off of Twilight. He had earned it by now, and a part of him eagerly wanted to test it. The more tired part of him won out in the end and he placed it back in the drawer, pushed it in and lay back to sleep. He stared at the wooden boards above him contemplatively as the ship rattled and shifted as it took to the sky in the familiar but comforting rocking of the airship at sail. He let his exhaustion flow out and for once, without worry, and without the need of medicine, he drifted off to sleep.