Liam and Mary lay sound asleep, each sprawled on their respective sides of the bed in a less-than-graceful manner. They were so motionless that one might have mistaken them for being unconscious.
He had his mouth slightly open while she was in a fetal position, curled up as if she were cold.
The room had only one window, which was slightly open, allowing a gentle stream of air to enter and refresh the atmosphere. Since it wasn't a chilly night, neither of them felt the need to be covered with sheets.
Clothed only in their garments, their bodies toiled while they slumbered. Their minds diligently processed newly acquired knowledge, discarding insignificant memories and mending minuscule wounds.
The bodies of the Spirit Masters were not exactly like those of ordinary humans, but they were not completely different, either. Liam and Mary still had a long way to go before they would no longer need to sleep, eat, or take part in other mundane activities.
