The morning came far too quickly.
I barely remembered falling asleep, but my body must have been more tired than I expected.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was filled with a soft, bluish glow that leaked in from the inn's strange ceiling. It wasn't sunlight. It wasn't anything natural. It was simply… the kind of magic used in the groove.
Nyx was curled up beside Luna. Erebus had somehow stolen Fenrir's entire tail as a blanket. Leo was sitting cross-legged near the door, already awake, staring into space with a thoughtful expression.
The tiny room looked properly lived-in because of us.
"When did you wake up? No, more importantly, did you even sleep?"
I asked as I looked at Leo. He turned toward me with a startled expression, but let out a sigh once he noticed that it was only me.
"You're finally up, shopkeeper. We should start looking today. There's no point wasting time."
