He made his way back to his own room. He wasn't sure if Abia would ever take him up on his offer, but that mattered not. For him it was the gesture that counted, for anyone who he deemed worthy, to actually seek his assistance, in whatever way she found necessary. He had had a score of those things, given to him by a dear friend, a girl called Sabriel, who he had met on his travels. In her worlds, bells held strength, the tiniest of bells could wake up the dead, if sounded properly. But the little bells that he had been given  were made for his ears alone to be heard by. If Abia should ever ring it, nobody else but him would hear it. Not even if she was surrounded by the best of listeners.<br/><br/>He sat down on his bed once more, there was really no use in trying to get more sleep, even though it seemed still a long while before he would be able to break his fast. He wished he had paid closer attention to the orange-man, something to eat right now would be welcomed. But alas, picking oranges from his pockets wasn't for him. He kept flicking through his book, not really knowing what he was looking for and slowly but certainly his eyes dropped and he sank back in a sleep.