Mobius' grin broadens as he looks up at the man. "I like what you called it, so I might start calling it that from now on. We'll have to talk more about your world. When you're not in immersion."

He slowly gets up himself, starting to put out the candles on the table (with a little lick and pinch of fingers). "Usually here. If I'm not, then I might be in the chapel or out in the yard training. If we're real unlucky, I might be trying to nap under the desk." He keeps a few spare blankets and at least one pillow stashed away. When the sound of people startling awake is too much, or if he wants to try and catch a few out of sight. Or if someone else is dozing off, like draping a blanket around Ellie's shoulders. "Worst comes to it," he digs out the crystal from around his neck, "give me a holler through here. I'll make sure no one pilfers your stash of knowledge in the meantime."