Hannibal gets some clear plastic foil from one of the kitchen towers, and gestures for Sinric to sit down.

"I' going to get the bed ready while you're in the bath," he says conversationally while wrapping the bandaged foot in that rather sticky, thin layer. "I don't like rooms dominated by beds, unless they're bedrooms, so my bed folds out. It's hidden in the base of that book-case over there. All those books make a nice bed head."