Grey woke up to a hand palming his face. For half a second he thought he was going to be suffocated or something until he realized that his Helm Frame was on and that he was breathing just fine.
"Why the hell is it so hard to wake you up? I'm pretty sure we're about to land?"
Grey sniffled and then yawned, stretching out.
"Hey, hey, there's not much room back here you know."
Grey ignored her, smacking his lips and looking around. "I'm hungry."
"Thanks for the information, but I don't exactly have food I can pull out of my ass for you."
"Terrible concubine material."
Grey felt a knee dig into his back in thanks. He was still too groggy to care much about that either, though.
Slowly, he came to and the cobwebs over his mind slowly cleared up. He felt stronger now, once again. And to think he used to think that sleep was overrated.
He felt like the last two sleeps he had had were the best of his life.
