He raised his head to follow the beam of light and laughed at the blackened spot on the ceiling.

"Oh wow, that is just fantastic! Like what I imagine a Naaru firework would look like." The elf leaned forward and eyed the hopping book curiously. "You are well, then? Good! This is a terrible spot to sleep, though. You should try beneath the tables in the mess hall if you are that tired."

Wait. Did books sleep?