<span style="color: #BF4000">"Sounds like a good idea. Good night."</span>Jerrar said, a slight smirk still on his face. How could he have forgotten? At least now he knows. He had finished off his meal and set his head down to rest, after laughing, he nearly forgot about his injured, but now the pain was back, like a rising tide increasing, decreasing and then increasing more than before, though slowly.<br/><br/>Jerrar hoped his wings would be alright in the morning, but that was a small issue compared to the one he faced now. How is going to sleep while being nearly overwhelmed in pain?