Tyr murmered in his sleep, his eyelids slit. "What happened to my bottle?" He asked in a mumbling voice. "I'll just get some more." He tumbled off the bed, rose up on his elbows and slid his hand under his bed. He grasped the neck of a metal container and pulled it out. He slipped the bottom in his mouth by accident, tonguing it for a minute before he realised his mistake, and then he got it right and felt the hot air burst into his lungs. His eyes went wide and then shrank. He dropped the bottle to the floor and fell back on the bed, eyes half open.<br/><br/>"Hey there," he muttered. "You come here often?"