"Flushed, at any rate." Still, Joly nodded, because the situation might very well grow worse indeed and they might have more need of it later. He did hope Courfeyrac would manage to find the plantlife that they could use to help Marius sleep. Already the man was fighting it off so obviously. It would be nice to give him some quality of it that was, if not pleasant, dreamless, at least. "For now, I'll not press it but you need that sometime, or you'll not be any good to your lady."

At least Marius seemed more likely to rest with that shift in position there, and Joly looked about for something of a better pillow, but there was nothing much else to bunch up. Had it been Courfeyrac here, he'd have insisted that his lap be used for that purpose, but that intimacy with Marius felt as though it would somehow make the other man more awkward still.

"Well,any and everything, truly." Despite not doing that, he did shift so he could run a hand through Marius's hair a little, thinking that may soothe him into sleep. "I am told that took place here, that places beyond this horror, where happiness can be found, do exist. I would expect, of course, that she was lovely."