"Rest?" Makola frowned and rubbed his eyes as he closed the book reluctantly. It seemed like a very inviting idea, but he was reluctant to admit defeat. "I don't know," he said, a useful phrase he found tended to come up in almost every conversation. "Maybe... I can read more?" He squeezed his eyes tight shut for a moment, thinking that might help; he saw coloured lights blinking, then dark spots when he opened them again. And his head still hurt.