Renji caught the man, rather than letting him just fall to the ground. He could tell real unconsciousness from feigned. And as far as he was concerned, that was the end of things.

Daemon wasn't a small guy, but Renji was also quite strong; he half-carried, half-dragged him the couple steps to one of the room's beds. No knowing which was Daemon's, and it really didn't matter either. He rolled Daemon onto the bed into a reasonable comfortable position, then headed back over to the desk where he'd deposited his sword.