He rests, and falls asleep quickly. He was very brave, but spent a lot of glamour... Even his ears and tail look a little dull, for all that they are present on his mortal form. Connor is out of it, and doesn't even wake up when the voices start to raise outside the (tent... pavilion... room?)
"...I am aware that you work for the count but I INSIST you let me in!" A snappish female voice, the tone one that is accustomed to being obeyed. "The child is my nephew and I will not be kept from him!"