The team awoke, eyes groggy as they packed their equipment into the trunk.
Each of the squad's movements appeared sluggish, except for Alistair, who seemed like he had a fire in his limbs and a passion in his heart.
Salin, who was clearing out the sticks in her hair, visibly frowned and said: "Really, you are so weird. Didn't we all sleep the same sleep?"
Alistair dropped his roughed-up sleeping bag at the back and responded: "I dreamt something magical."
"What was it?" She asked giddily as her pupils shrunk and her ears perked up.
"Hmm, that there… is a secret." Alistair smiled. He snapped his fingers, and purple lightning caused the strange carriages compartment to close.
"…, I should have expected that; why did I bother bothering." She said as she rolled her eyes. "Is that dream the same reason you are suddenly skilled in using that thing?"
"What thing?"
"What else do you think I mean? Your arm, genius!"
