Skulduggery nodded. There were times when he wished he could fall asleep as well, but... falling unconscious? Skulduggery had never met someone who couldn't lose awareness for even a few seconds before. That was troubling.
His already gentle smile turned sympathetic. "I can show you some meditation, if you'd like. It's not quite the same, but it might help."
Unspoken coordination passed between Skulduggery and Ghastly, and the two men each took one of Gabriel's arms and slowly pulled him up to his feet, offering themselves as support. Ghastly drew the Archangel's arm around his shoulders and began moving towards the door, throwing a confused look towards Tanith in the process.
"Find out what's making her do that this time," he asked Fletcher. "Come get me if it's serious."
The journey to the bedroom was slow and painful, but somehow, they managed it. The bed was, of course, about as far away from the door as possible; but the bedroom was small enough that it was only a few extra steps, and then Gabriel could sink into the plush and likely expensive mattress.
Ghastly was right. There was a certain tingle to the air here, revitalising and energising Skulduggery from the moment he crossed the threshold. It was a pleasant tingle, like the caress of a soft hand - and even more than that, it was a kind of magic Skulduggery recognized. Not healing, exactly, and not strong enough do anything very useful, but it did help cut down on the amount of sleep a person needed while in it. He tried not to think about what China might have wanted that for.
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His already gentle smile turned sympathetic. "I can show you some meditation, if you'd like. It's not quite the same, but it might help."
Unspoken coordination passed between Skulduggery and Ghastly, and the two men each took one of Gabriel's arms and slowly pulled him up to his feet, offering themselves as support. Ghastly drew the Archangel's arm around his shoulders and began moving towards the door, throwing a confused look towards Tanith in the process.
"Find out what's making her do that this time," he asked Fletcher. "Come get me if it's serious."
The journey to the bedroom was slow and painful, but somehow, they managed it. The bed was, of course, about as far away from the door as possible; but the bedroom was small enough that it was only a few extra steps, and then Gabriel could sink into the plush and likely expensive mattress.
Ghastly was right. There was a certain tingle to the air here, revitalising and energising Skulduggery from the moment he crossed the threshold. It was a pleasant tingle, like the caress of a soft hand - and even more than that, it was a kind of magic Skulduggery recognized. Not healing, exactly, and not strong enough do anything very useful, but it did help cut down on the amount of sleep a person needed while in it. He tried not to think about what China might have wanted that for.