Once Hyarmenion had been told to rest, he did just that. Something inside of him didn't exactly like it, of course. He wasn't the type who just lounged around, especially when there was work to still be done. Nevertheless, he had done so much that he probably wouldn't have been able to take on any more of it regardless of what might have gone on.<br/><br/>Eventually he was completely out of it, and he wasn't able to tell that Sorin was doing much. He'd entered a sort of trance-like state that was actually deeper than the one that most humans entered when they went to sleep. It was something that was actually more than sleep.<br/><br/>Rather, it was a form of recuperation that was once more unique to his species, though it wasn't anything like an inborn ability. He didn't have any that were notable. This was something that had to be learned over a long period of time, like so many other things he worked with.<br/><br/>Once more, like so many other things too, it was going to serve him well in this incredible armed conflict. If the temperature started to really drop, then it would be for the best that he was like this as well. He wouldn't have been able to take it more than likely in his injured state otherwise, and he certainly didn't want to become a liability.