"I said no." He hisses, rolling away. Hand pressed to his face while he reaches for his pack, Alistair's pack- a pack. He can't attempt to sleep now, not knowing Alistair will likely attempt to peek when he does not wish it to be seen. He's half blind and half mad- but he can still make his own choices. And not showing anyone that does not need to see it the ruin of his eye, the blurred over mass of it? Is his choice to make. Alistair ought to abide. Swearing under his breath he picks through until he finds a bandage and wraps it around his head, a wad of cotton against his new scars to keep them from being seen.