Silvertip Mountain I will personally stab you in the eye with a foreign object

Tambourine was unaware of the attempts to coax Silas and himself closer, as soon his eyes shut for good and he tumbled into a deep and dreamless sleep. The past few days had been physically, emotionally and mentally exhausting and it all caught up to him now, plunging him into a nearly catatonic slumber. Poor Silas probably felt a little crushed as Tambourine became a dead weight, though perhaps the warm blanketing of his body was welcome. After a moment, he began to snore. There would be no waking anytime soon, not even if someone dragged him closer to the pile of bodies.