"Implying? No, of course not, I would never imply such a thing..." G'raha starts, soft and reassuring and apparently entirely genuine.

Then something like mischief touches his lips and he continues matter-of-factly.

"I am saying you would not. You, my dear friend, are in fact remarkably bad at getting your rest."

It's perhaps a touch of pot calling the kettle black, he knows that, but he's not wrong.

"I will even do my best to ensure you aren't bothered with any other crises... at least for a little while."