Kosuke looked up at Crowley when he stepped into his vision. The boy had eventually decided that sitting up was taking to much concentration so he'd laid down. He was amazed that even though he'd gotten twelve hours of sleep earlier he was already tired. Telekinesis took little manna and delivered no physical stress, but it was the most mentally exhausting spell in white magic, especially when used so extensively for so long. Even though he hadn't used up much manna he'd almost completely exhausted his mental stamina. The boy was on the brink of sleep.<br/><br/>With the dutiful soldiers ready to take over Kosuke finally released the spell and slowly sat up. "I'm sorry," the boy said. "I kept it up for as long as I could."<br/><br/>Crowley laughed, "I take it that means you admit you're spent. Perhaps you've got more sense in you than Mr. Jorman," the big man said with a wink. "Go on, get some rest."<br/><br/>The boy offered him a slight, exhausted smile. He stood up and wandered over to a little patch of grass that looked extremely comfortable. With a slight contented sigh of relief the boy settled down on his makeshift bed, pulling off his bag and using it as a pillow. With all of his focusing ability spent, he drifted off to sleep, the sounds of the men working hardly even reaching his ears. It felt so comfortable to just lay still...