“Just… a bad night,” Handy said, picking up his glaive again. In truth, Handy had been having difficulty sleeping for a while now ever since the duel. Sure, not having dreams is wont to make a man cranky over time, but if he wasn’t dreaming, then why did he find himself waking up in cold sweats every other night? Shortbeak looked at him sceptically before inspecting the dummy further.