Kael had the vague sense that it should almost be daytime.
Not because his body felt heavy, this place had robbed him of that familiar human honesty where exhaustion dragged your limbs down and forced your eyes shut, but because there was a rhythm to nights, even here. A quiet stretching of time that made you aware you'd been doing something for too long. And he had been doing a lot.
He didn't feel the fatigue from working all night on this set of clothes, but the satisfaction was clear on his face after he finished his work. It was the same feeling when a farmer was done clearing rocks, turned the earth and carved the grooves. It was exhaustion but a satisfying one nonetheless.
