Cyrus slept incredibly well that night. The warmth and protection he felt comforted him and made him feel like he could let his guard down for the first time in a very long time. Cyrus wasn't sure what time of day it was when he awoke. He didn't really care though. When he awoke, he felt more refreshed than he ever felt. He stretched and yawned, looking over at Wiflor and smiling. He sat up and yawned again. Whether or not Wiflor was awake, he would pet her and then exit the tent to get to work on breakfast. He took some of the extra wood from the other day and piled it on top of the spent remains of the campfire from last night. Oddly enough, even though the campfire was likely out for several hours, it wasn't all that cold in the cave.<br/><br/>That boulder really helped trap the heat in. After Cyrus got the campfire all ready, he conjured a small flame in his hand and used it to light the  wood. He would then search through the wagon for what they would have for breakfast. He finally decided ham and eggs for him and just ham for Wiflor. He cooked their breakfast to perfection and laid Wiflor's out on one of the metal plates he bought at the previous town. He dug in.