Sorry, been busy packing and touched down yesterday, just been settling in.
Perhaps she would get little beyond the exhaustion. The number of sleepless nights had been mounting, and the vivid dreams and recurring sleepwalking did nothing to alleviate his exhaustion.
Still, his mind wasn't the most safe and sane, logically laid-out labyrinth to be navigating, even when he was fully lucid.
He wasn't sure what she meant by the question, and it showed in the tilt of his head. Perhaps it would soon be time to meander back into bed and wake up in a few hours wondering what the hell had happened the night before. Had he been chasing the feathered stag all along, or had he being chased by something else?