[ definitely going to dodge the nudge as well, because what is sleeping heavy when the entire room is on fire and he's covered in wounds that weren't from immediate stabbings? Bigby sits up from the floor that he was sleeping on as well (you're welcome Alfendi), looking at the flames begin to consume the room. ]

What the fuck? Hell no. Try and put out the damn fires! Do you guys really trust sleeping somewhere else at this point!?

[ THE BED. save the bed, or else Shijima will go on a murder spree of her own. Bigby scrambles to his feet, reaching for some of the blankets that he and Elizabeth had been sleeping on. he throws them over a corner where the fire seems to be roaring, hoping to snuff it out by kicking his legs. ]

Need to find the damn source of the it―

[ and then he turns to see that Elizabeth's blouse is covered in red. ]

―and what the fucking hell happened to you? Are you alright!?

[ cue him getting distracted and the end of his pants getting set aflame. oops. ]