He wants to protest again — but refrains. He doesn't want to make anything harder on her. So he nods, leans back again, eyes going up to the ceiling. Almost self-consciously, he reaches to adjust his shirt, making sure it's pulled down enough to at least cover the round scar on his upper abdomen.

His eyes roll over to catch her taking those pills, still.. unsure, feeling something needling and unpleasant at the base of his spine, but exhaustion is seeping in fast, and soon enough, Konstantin truly is asleep. It won't be for too long, but enough that it's deep, lulled, body eased of its pain.

And his... inhabitant causes no trouble, although it does shift around here and there, causing him to cough a few times while he sleeps.