As she shook at him, he woke up in a haze. He was a little delerious, but as she tried to lift him, he quickly regained his composure and stood up. "Oh Emma, I am so sorry," he admitted, feeling like a burden to her. He turned and followed her, her slender, fragile form guiding him through the house and to her room. He looked at her and shook his head. Before she could even protest, he stopped her and continued. "I am not going to sleep in your bed, that is not only unfair to you.. But I am the guest and this is your house, so you deserve to sleep in your own bed. I won't take it," he just slumped himself against a wall and lowered his head.<br/><br/>"I can sleep here."