France, September 25th 1803
6:56 AM
Lukas was awake, taking care of disassembling his tent with Johan's help. They couldn't simply afford to take a day off. Despite the last day not reminding them much of it, they were still in a war.
It had been difficult for Lukas to wake up early today, since he had dared to go out for a walk during the night, however, right after training with Johan, he seemed to have gained some of his energy back.
Johan looked at Lukas. "Hey, Lukas, I didn't mention it, but I felt you living the tent last night. And even though I don't know how much time had passed, I felt a scent of alcohol once you came back," he said.
Lukas smiled slightly. "You have a light sleep, huh?" he said.
Johan nodded his head. "You can say so... different from other people I know," he said.
Lukas raised his brow. "Hey! People with heavy sleep rest better and feel more refreshed for the next day," he said.
