Marschal stirred in his sleep some, like a puppy that was dreaming of running wild in the tall grass of his owner's yard. Occasionally, a finger would twitch, but other than that, his expression would remain pleasant and at ease on his face. It was as if nothing could disturb him from what he was dreaming about, not even the pretty woman standing before him. While she observed him and wondered what had happened to cause him to pass out right here, right now, he did not budge. In fact, it was like he did not even notice that Arianna was watching him sleep, too deep in sleep to ever realize. Was this a bad thing? Who knows. As long as Arianna didn't try anything to disturb him from his slumber, nothing would happen. However, she was not a fortunate child and her actions would prove to lead to something that may not be what she expected.
He was not asleep because of injuries or having collapsed from heat exhaustion; it was from too much alcohol.
Let him be and nothing would happen, but disturb the resting dragon and a fury of fire will ensue from his awakening.
An ear twitched in response to Arianna's words, though no movement of his eyes indicating that he was waking. Actually, he appeared to simply roll onto his side, causing the bottle next to his leg to go crashing to the ground. Despite being full of alcohol, the contents did not spill, as if only he could remove the liquor that was stored inside. This was not entirely wrong, for Marschal was the only one capable of drinking from the gourd that had once been strapped to his belt. He let out a yawn and a slight purr in response to the woman's touch on his shoulder, but didn't bother to do anything else. Perhaps, now that he was slightly awake, but keeping his eyes closed, she would eventually leave him back to his peace. Knowing him though, it would be more likely that Arianna would stand there and try to wake him or get him help.
When she spoke a second time, this was when Marschal responded clearly to her words, giving her sign that he was all right. His body convulsed a little as he was jolted awake by her words, eyes looking straight ahead, across the street. He did not notice the woman hovering above him, not until his sixth sense kicked in and he could sense her magical presence. Only when he felt that did the magus roll onto his back again and this time was met eye-to-eye with the bookworm. Blinking his eyes, Marschal stared quietly into hers, not answerng her words at first, for he had not heard what she said. Slowly, he sat up in a more straightened position, giving a small stretch the muscles in his arms and upper torso. As he blinked again, his gaze would wander away from Arianna to look around at his surroundings in a better view.
Finally, it dawned on him what she was asking him, shaking his head in reply to what she had said earlier to him. "I'm perfectly fine,
" he answered her, though his words were slightly slurred, giving away that he was partially drunk. However, his mind was not fully corrupted by the poisonous liquid, as he was capable of answering a question. Where others would be shitfaced from the amount of drinking that Marschal was capable of, it wasn't like he was affected at all. "What are you doing disturbing a man catching up on his sleep? I know it's a strange place, but I had been awfully tired. Working many jobs for many days and many nights takes a toll on your body and you just have to stop and rest for a bit.
" He would fall silent and adjust his position, letting his hands come to a rest in his lap and his eyes never leaving her.
Helping him out wasn't necessary, as he was capable of taking himself, even if he appeared to be rather drunk