Mystic slept well yet fitfully. Dreams tossed him through the night. The bed reminded him of being inside the giant clam shell. Yet it was softer and much longer as well as oddly shaped compared to his bed under the sea. He was still tossing and turning a bit with his head and torso. He was sitting up by the time sunrise came. Panting and gasping for air. Sweat beaded his skin. Nightmares of the past six months before yesterday had plagued him all night long. It took a few minutes for her voice to register. He blinks and then smiles. Looking towards the door. "Yes. I am awake. You can come in." he says with a smile. Looking out the window it was still very early. He sits up more relaxedly. Looking in her direction. "Good morning Arisu."