Waking earlier than he normally would, the young mage had fallen asleep slumped against the stone wall with his tome on his face. His back was aching terribly, as dungeon cells usually weren't the most comfortable places to sleep. The sunlight peaking through his window was more of a pain than pleasant for once, Avery scooting away from it closer to the darkness. Avery sighed and starting flipping through the pages of his tome once more. He recalled one miscellaneous spell that he didn't have a use for till now. Avery mumbled the spell and weakly flicked his hand at a patch of dirt in between the stone brick floor, and before he knew it, a beautiful rose sprouted forth. It really did wonders to uplift his mood, making this dark, damp room a bit brighter in a way. Avery smiled warmly and stroked the crimson red petals delicately, careful to not prick his finger on the flower's thorns.