Arc had plenty of time to practice to study Madison while she slept, and doing so had brought him a measure of comfort. He dozed off and on throughout the night, but never for more than a few minutes at a time. His mind raced the whole night through, mostly centered around the girl sleeping next to him. He studied his own feelings for her and had come to the conclusion that he was, indeed, in love with Madison. It annoyed him at first, that he could fall for someone so quickly. But every book he'd ever read pointed to the same end result. Arc, a desert rat picking from the remains of long-forgotten peoples, had fallen in love with the only flower growing in that harsh and unforgiving environment.<br/><br/>When she stirred the next morning, and her eyes fluttered open, he smiled warmly. He was thankful that she was waking, as the torture of laying next to someone that was unable to carry on a conversation with him was finally over. "Morning you. I'm tired..." The dark circles under his eyes were an obvious tell that he had not slept much, if at all. He stretched his arms over his head, then wrapped them around the girl, closing his eyes as she soothed him by teasing his hair. She knew exactly how to touch him to get a good reaction out of him.<br/><br/>"I'm always warm I think," he replied, resting his head against her chest, right next to her shoulder. "How did you sleep? Any interesting dreams you'd care to share with the class?" He looked up at her expectantly, hoping that she would have a funny story to tell. She had, at least in appearance, not had any bad dreams, as she wasn't restless or crying out in her sleep. Arc could only hope that was a good sign.