Garion poked his head out for a gasp of fresh air, wiggling around until Miss Gwyn wasn't actively touching his bruises. "But Miss Farmer was in danger, and you jumped in with her," he protested weakly. He kinda wanted to just lay down on her barrel, close his eyes, and spend a little quality time in dreamland, but he was still in trouble. No sleeping for him just yet, no matter how soft this magic felt, or how warm Miss Gwyn's hug was - his head perked up, eyes wide open as he caught himself nearly dozing off.