Warrik: You've nothing to apologize for. I'm willing to bet you've had a harder day than the rest of us. *will gently wake Skif.* Time for bed, son.
Skif: *sharp intake of breath as he wakes.* Hm? Oh! Am I late?! *looks around* Huh?
Warrik: *chuckles* Still night, son. Time for bed.
Skif: *melts a bit* Oh good. *will drag himself to his feet, bleary eyed and ready to fall asleep again*
Warrik: Let me get him to bed, then I'll show you our room.