In truth, it took Caedrin a while to fully drift off into slumber, though it probably appeared he was asleep, for his eyes were shut and his expression relaxed. He had gotten slightly more used to the groggy feeling, and was able to at least formulate a clear thought in his head, though it took effort. This thought space was thus occupied by the events of the last 24 hours, from the time he arrived at that small village to the present, being stitched up by the girl who was falsely accused of theft and then subsequently attacked him. The irony of the situation would have made him laugh, were his entire consciousness not consumed by thought.<br/><br/>He could hear her speaking; it was somewhat drowned out, but with some effort he was able to understand her words. He missed the first half of her self-conversation, but he heard enough to make him wish he wasn't so incapable of movement. He had only enough time to pray he would remember the conversation when he awoke, before her gentle humming lulled him off to sleep at least.