Meryl saw Oswald and Laurel coming back from their mission, she followed Laurel to his quarters and hushed his degenerating sleep by letting him fall asleep in her invisible embrace.
She knew her son wouldn't sleep under the same roof and chose to follow the one who was new to the beastly instincts.
Oswald looked at the bed over his head. He was leaning in his and twiddled his thumbs. He couldn't fall asleep, he had the same feeling that crept in his mind back when he was in his village, he was missing pieces of the puzzle.
He scratched his throat, cleared it, but couldn't wake up Risandro.
He wanted to dig down Satan's path. He wanted to know the man in detail. He was willing to make acquaintance with his tormentor, he was ready to face the monster that changed his body, even if it meant destroying his body over the terrifying sight of the angel. There was no way for him to fall asleep, his stirring thoughts kept him awake thorough the night.
