The next day had come, evident by the dawn outside the windows of Mystic Camp. Yet, Wels hadn't slept. It wasn't hard to understand why, but Ty didn't want to see the master, his father, like this. He knew Wels wouldn't change, that in his mind this was the best thing to do, but Ty didn't want to watch him suffer further for the sake of others.
"Sir," he said, "I know you want to keep watching the ghast, but you need the rest."
Wels, who had been nearly motionless sitting cross-legged on the floor, jolted up and faced toward Ty. A few moments later, he was turning his head this way and that, clearly in search of something only he could see.
"I am resting as much as I can. I told you before, Son of Shadows taught me lessons in mindfulness."
"What does that have to do with resting? Are you suggesting you don't need sleep?"
"No, not at all, I need it more than ever. But I have been getting as much rest as possible."
