"I'm holding him under," An eye about the edge of doorframe, focused on the tip of a boot. "Waking him will be — disorienting."

For them to judge whether that's useful. Head trauma is unpredictable even before a shot of magical innervation. His nod cuts aside to Gwen, and her quick death, and yes. That might work. A hand draws up, absent, to rub at stubbly cheek. To Bastien:

"Take the lead?"

Baudin's handier with knife than tongue.