While those strange tears had long since dried, Shift's body still greeted him with plenty of pain the next morning. No matter how excited this day made him feel, with its promise of new beginnings, hardship wasn't something he could just buried away. In some form or another, it would always be there - whether as scars on his body or compulsions in his thoughts. Still, he wasn't going to waste the day in bed; there was plenty of planning and packing to do.<br/><br/>Slowly stretching himself out, preparing his muscles for the task ahead, there was a light groan as Shift pushed off his back, finally sitting upright and setting his sights on the room door. Once he crossed through it, what would be waiting on the other side? His memories of last night were scattered, at best, but the final moments kept playing in his mind. Of when he finally caught up with Lucas and asked that simple question; how he felt those seconds before passing out.<br/><br/>Seeing as he was back in the cabin, he knew Lucas had carried him in. It seemed that despite promises to repay Lucas, Shift was really making him work for it. Letting out a strained laugh, he rose from the bed and pulled through the door, briefly shielding his eyes as they adjusted to daylight. Clearly, he'd slept longer than usual, but as things came into focus, he began looking for Lucas, wondering how he was holding up.