Rutile waves a hand, disregarding Padparadscha's suggestion, of course. They're always tired; the hour rarely factors into it.

... That said, it has been a long day. And while Rutile's prone to keeping odd hours, Padparadscha isn't - at least, not to the same extent. "I'll be up a while after sunset," they say, and hold up the tiny device a Bridge staffer gave them earlier. Yimo, was it? Something like that. "I've got plenty to occupy my time with, figuring this thing out.

"But it would be inconvenient to wander around in the dark. The giant turtle can wait." They smile, but the smile fades almost an instant later, and their gaze shifts from the yimo to Padparadscha. It's hard to believe, even after all the events of today, that this isn't a dream, that they won't collapse or disappear again as soon as Rutile's back is turned. Perhaps it's childish, but they're loathe to let Padparadscha out of their sight. "Where are you staying?"