[--his sleeve, since he'd just been setting the drink aside anyway. Something that makes him blink and then blink again because his own thoughts are a little slow in catching up--
--And then he grins again, a little awkwardly and rubbing at his neck a bit with his free hand. She really is out of it, then...] Late, I think.
[He starts to stand again as she straightens, if a little unsteadily himself as well. A light tug with the sleeve she's presumably still sleepily latched onto and the other hand offered for a hand up if she's awake enough wants.] Most of the others have [ passed out ] gone to sleep already.
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