[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
His gaze settled on the ceiling above him—the unfamiliar ceiling of the room Glinda had prepared. Even through the narrow confines of his helmet, his vision remained partially obscured, the edges dimmed by dark alloy. He had not bothered to remove it before sleeping, nor the rest of his armor. It remained fastened to him; even rest did not warrant vulnerability.
A scrape of alloy broke the quiet as he shifted, the weight of his body rolling slightly across the bed before he sat up. The sabatons touched the floor with a dull sound.
("Hm…") He lingered there for a moment. ("I do not feel as refreshed as I should.")
There was a small trace of annoyance in the thought.
("So even sleep proves inefficient now. I suppose being dragged into that exchange strained my mind regardless of rest.") His fingers flexed once within his gauntlets. ("Then there was no point in sleeping at all.")
"You're finally awake, huh?"
