Aery leaped back in alarm as Rowan collapsed. "Um, Ansel? Or Ame? What's the best way to get someone un-drunk?"
She knelt down. He'd grabbed at her hand... Well. She supposed he wasn't sufficiently drunk to entirely lose control of himself. "Rowan, you idiot. Wake up, we've got to get moving." Also, seeing him sleeping reminded her again of how exhausted she was. She vaguely wondered what Celaena would do if she came out of the couriers station to find her and Rowan sleeping next to each other...
[i]Aery, you idiot, keep your eyes open. You can't close them until you get back to Adarlan.[/i] But her mind, exhausted and still reeling from the Ansel-induced headache, couldn't hold on, and within moments Aery was snuggled up against Rowan's side, sound asleep. He did make quite a nice pillow, and he was very kind, not to mention strong and handso--[i]Nope. Nope. He's bad for you, Aery. Bad bad bad. He's always been on the other side of the conflict from your bloodline; how do you know he won't murder you in your sleep?[/i]
And Aery's irrational mind, very politely, told the rational side to shut the hell up and let her sleep.