Trying to keep up with everyone from the floor isn't easy, and it's doubly difficult when he's so tired that Teren's hair-petting makes his eyelids droop against his will, but Alistair tries. Benevenuta is gone. Anders is shortly gone as well. Kaisa is on the floor--he tries to lift his feet so he can cheekily put them in her lap, but that, you know. Reminds him that moving is agony. He masks the pained exhale in a semi-laugh and lifts his chin to look up at Teren.

"Your favorite color."

(Ignore him, talk over him, it's fine. He'll probably be sleeping within a minute anyway.)