Arren finally got some rest after almost a week. He didn't have any more nightmares after waking up from his horrifying nightmare, and it was clear that he slept peacefully. Perhaps the medicine had an effect, or he told someone a little bit of his mind, but the most important thing was that Arren slept well.
He'd already awoken, but Arren hadn't yet opened his eyes, and his mind had wandered for a while. His headache was almost gone, aside from his still sore throat. He assumed he still had a cold, even though his high fever had subsided.
As he closed his eyes, he tried to recall what had happened the night before. While everything was almost complete, Arren still couldn't help but furrow his brows as if he missed something particularly important. He forced himself to remember something, but he was helpless because he had no idea what it was at all.
