"If I get lost, just break out a window and find the nearest zipline. Got it."

The laugh turned into a soft groan, and he squeezed Lucanis' hand. Assan was still nearby, he could hear his squawks and chirps, so he wasn't too concerned about an ambush given how lightly both he and the Crow slept. Safer here, probably, than walking through the crossroads right now.

"Think Spite would let us nap? Would he even know what to do with nausea?"

He frowned a little at that last bit, his mouth going before his brain again. Spite had been there through torture. Of course the symptoms of a small hangover would be nothing to the demon. But the first part of the question, at least, could stand.