The covers gave a small tremble when the connection broke, the cold creeping even into that soul space. Lacking the energy to maintain his form, the book had begun to glow, that light shifting just left of the table. Once back in his human form - thankfully fully clothed - Lezard merely offered a bow in thanks, then heavily trod to another chair to have a seat.

After a mutter to one of the other volunteers to rouse him should he be needed, he all but sank into the chair and pulled his hood up and over his head, the other hand pulling open a medical book to lie in his lap. Resting his cheek in a gloved palm, he presumably looked as if he were quietly reading up on some surgical procedure.

But if one were to peek under the hood, they would learn the truth: He'd fallen fast asleep not a minute or two later.