[ Rest would be good. Good, even if he'd still be keeping an eye on the little rabbit in case she wandered. The upstairs exploration could wait, and so could the faint whispering. ]

Forgive me. This old man just can't keep up... [ Choice sitting: an antique, rolled-arm sofa. ] I should've informed you before we left about the sort of toll the daylight takes on me. You wouldn't happen to have a small something on you, would you... ?