Well. She is an all-powerful wizard who's been talking about jumping planets like it's nothing. Talking about trying to stop the entire world from ending. He's seen her blow up a mountain and one of the moons. He can believe she hasn't slept in forty years.

He can even sort of relate! While he has slept a little in forty years, he hasn't slept well or without hideous nightmares since he returned to life, so there is this terrible bubble of empathy in his chest. God. God dammit wizard, why did it have to be this?

"Can you... Can I help...?" The question sounds stupid even to him. If this body in front of him sleeps, it probably wouldn't be refreshing when she still has to attend to the other three. And that's assuming this body even can sleep. Ugh, he hates feeling useless!