Nothing beats sun-baking yourself after a hard month of training.
The sun held high in the blue sky as a soothing breeze blew, curling around Elior as he laid flat on a boulder for a couple of hours already. He felt like he was wasting these hours, but after the first fifteen minutes passed, it became too easy to resist the thought stand and work.
'Ah this is life,' he thought. Laid back all day without no care of the world, while two voluptuous elves make food for you.
Except that elves weren't voluptuous, the princess was almost flat-chested as for Lyra her chest was fuller, but they ain't doing anything for him, breaking him out of his fantasy.
The elves came and went a couple of times and both of the times they were unsure what the hell he was doing here. It wasn't time for enjoying a sunny day and a soothing breeze. This was a nightmarish island. No matter how much of a dream it came as in the day, nothing could change that.
