Odin's sleep had not been very peaceful for the last few days. Quite the opposite in fact. He was no longer sure whether he was dreaming or simply having visions of everything he touched while he slept. He had reduced his daily hours to the bare minimum required to function properly and even then sleep wasn't good enough. Odin was, put simply, incredibly exhausted.
Having something jump on him - and make him hit his head against the headboard in the process - was just that much worse. Odin woke up screaming, jumping to pull his knees to his chest as his arms flailed about stupidly. And then he noticed it was only Cels, jumping on his bed like an asshole at ass o'clock in the morning about something he hoped was important.
When he listened, he found that it did. "What? Oh that's great that's fantastic that's..." He was exhausted. He almost closed his eyes again before opening them wide. If she was fine now, what were the odds that he would be so too? Odin reached out to touch Cels' forehead with one simple finger. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No horrid visions, no good visions either just nothing, since he had already seen all that was needed to be seen out of Cels. "I'M FINE TOO!" He finally exclaimed, cupping his sister's face with his hands. "We're fine!"