So it was that he slouched back in his uncomfortable box, gathering an impressive collection of interesting aches and pains, hour after hour, awaiting the time when the ship fell asleep. He felt the brightness of his senses dim. The tugging feeling he had begun to adapt to diminished in severity and clarity as the changeling blood ran its course and its power waned, leaving him with only the bare powers and not their fullest extent. Still, it left his thirst sated and his mind at ease. He liked it when he remembered his humanity and was not reminded of his needs.