Merritt's not particularly concerned, considering the aftershocks of magic just starting to dissipate. If it's still an issue after they've all had some sleep, he'll see what he can do about it.

For now, he just leans into Dylan's arm. "Bathroom first," he agrees, "and I could do with a drink. Of water, for now."

As much as he could do with some alcohol, it's probably not the best idea considering the current literally delicate state of his brain.

"I got it," Jack tells them as he finally stands, moving to follow them out of Merritt's room.