"Mm..."
Berkah slowly opened his heavy eyes, stretching both his arms and the wings on his back.
He then pinched his drowsy eyes as if to rid himself of fatigue.
[Did I... fall asleep?]
[For how long?]
He wondered as he slowly escaped his sleep-induced daze.
[Hm?]
He noticed an object, a blanket, covering his entire being as he fixed his posture on the chair.
Berkah himself was unaware of his fatigue.
He had spent a dozen or so hours fighting on the previous stage without ever getting proper rest, so his body automatically shut down after a few more hours of watching over Arcadius.
"Good morning..."
The boy with the skeletal frame said, his red eyes filled with warmth and affection toward his savior, Berkah.
[Morning?]
"Hey kid, how are you feeling today?"
He asked, reaching out his hand to pat Arcadius's ruffled scalp.
"Yes... I feel much better today."
