As the night dragged on, he gave in to his troubled mind and slept in a bed for once. He slept in until a little before noon. He dragged himself out of bed and sat on the side of his bed thinking of what to do.
He didn't want to do any more training. He was already a little sore from yesterday, and now that there were only two days left until they left, he didn't want to overexert himself. He also didn't want to spend his time doing nothing but thinking. He didn't want to repeat his downward spiral of thought.
He considered trying to unravel more about the ghasts, but he didn't feel like grasping at straws right now. So instead, he simply grabbed his journal, flipped to a blank page, and began to draw. It was one of the few things that could calm him down and keep him focused.
