They camped outside, and Arad took a nap to allow his wounds to heal. Even he needed rest from time to time, and for a dragon, a few hours of sleep were nothing more than a man closing his eyes for a few seconds. What he needed wasn't sleep, but the time of silence and calmness, the quiet that let his body relax.
Sprawled on the ground beside the campfire like a dead bear, Arad's wounds slowly closed beneath his bandages.
Mathilde approached Cerilla and the rest, "The situation is good around us. We won't face another spatial disaster anytime soon. But we should move."
Grace glared at her, "He is asleep. You're not waking him up. Not again."
Merida was already standing behind Mathilde, and before the angel could notice, she was surrounded from all sides.
