"Rorschach!" Richard ground his teeth, but when Rorschach pressed his forehead with just a little force, he couldn't stop his eyelids from closing.
"Our dear Count just needs some sleep. He'll be much better when he wakes up." Rorschach had Richard float into the carriage's bedroom and even covered him with a light blanket.
With Richard's current body, if he stayed in a Death Magic Area for too long, he would weaken to the point of possibly falling into an eternal slumber. His Soul would lose the bindings granted by Magic, no longer confined to his physical form, and would dissipate. The body itself would also gradually atrophy and regress. Rorschach didn't know what the final outcome would be. 'Perhaps he'd return to dust? Just like Transmuting Dust after its power is spent.'
