He's worn out soon enough. Or -- well. He can't fairly say he knows how long it is.

But he looks down at his hand, after a while, and sees the teeth marks dark and angry. He looks at the bed.

He crawls up the bed, slowly, and turns on his side, curling up tight. Maybe he can just... sleep it off. It's been a while since the time loss has hit quite like this, Cullen thinks, unutterably weary.