Oblivious to the dark thoughts being entertained against her friend, Zatanna nods her agreement to the plan. That had been why she called him, after all. Maybe. Probably.

"Yes, please. 'M tired." She sat up a little straighter. Ready to either attempt to stand, or resign herself to being picked up. A yawn escaped her just then. "I should've brought a pillow. The floor's not as comtorfa...comfa...comfy as I thought." Words were still a slight issue.