He frowned in his sleep. That was strange. Ah well, perhaps a board fell out of place and was letting a draft in. He didn’t really care. He just lay there as his mind slowly woke up in the half-asleep state where one is only vaguely aware of their body and the world around him. The rustling of the trees was peaceful and lulled him back to sleep. He guess his trial must be over, seeing as he got more than a half hour’s rest that night. Indeed, strange as it was, he was sleeping a lot longer than he normally would have even before his walk through Tartarus. Perhaps Bright Lance was finally giving him a break?