"Lousy cursed miserable... 'gods'," Glacius groans, "If Delight hadn't invaded the entire city with her 'celebration' this would not have been an problem. I..." he trails off, losing the train of thought as his mind goes unfocused again. Given the fact that he's only gotten a couple of hours over the past few days, he honestly feels like he could pass right out again.

"I need actual rest," he realizes belatedly, "Somewhere... not here. Somewhere peaceful, where no one will stumble over me as you have, I..." Now he tilts his head back to look up at Rey, and not just at her boots, which are at his eye-level considering that he's prone on the ground. And then his body tenses again, a look of surprise overtaking his groggy features. "...Uh. Y-you're human." And not running from him or trying to cart him off somewhere while he's incapacitated? Sooner or later he's going to have to get used to this, but given how new he is to the city and how impaired his higher thought processes are, it's still throwing him for a loop.