[ A low growl crawls out of his throat. It's all very well for her to question whether he had been listening when she goes ahead and makes her assumptions again based on a few spoken words of his own. One palm bracing against the floor, he leans towards her and hisses-- ]

Listen to what I say when I speak. I am aware that you are a skilled healer. That was never in question. I at least trust that you would know the correct dosage for a man of my height and weight and so on. Unless I have misunderstood you somewhere, you want to place me into a death-like sleep for at least five hours - presumably more in order to cover the duration of my dreams. What I am telling you is that I do not wish to be rendered helpless in this fashion for that long a time.

[ By Zodiark, his head hurts and he doesn't want to be arguing right after a damned nightmare. But when he bristles and digs his heels in, she keeps pushing him with that oh-so-earnest attitude of hers, as if that will wear him down.

It will not. ]

Do you realise what you are asking of me when you suggest this? My soul is eternal but I wear a mortal body. I must needs protect it from harm or else I will be forced to seek another - although it may very well be that I will be denied that ability here. So, how can I protect this body while I lie in an induced sleep as a result of your medicine? Would you shield me? As I said, I would not even entrust the Warrior of Light with that endeavour. That is a privilege you have yet to earn and yet you keep pushing me for it.

I shall say it again: I have considered your alternative and I do not wish to attempt it. Now leave the matter be.