"Xander?" Angder looks worried at Grunan. "OK... What is wrong with this guy?"
Angder drags him to the side. "Help me lift him onto this couch." Grunan nods, and helps lift him, together they place him on the couch. "OK... before we leave, can you make sure Xander is OK?"
Grunan glares at Xander. "No obvious injury to the head..." Grunan steps back. "Narcolepsy seems likely."