Atrius roused, it was a lot later than when he usually woke. He yawned and stretched. He was sore beyond belief. He'd never been this sore in his life. The events of yesterday were in his mind. However, when he looked around he didn't see anything out of place. This caused his face to furrow. He flexed his toes and slid into his boots. His clothing wasn't fantastic so he picked out one of his other outfits, it was mostly the same, but this one was a bit newer and stiffer like it had just been tailored.<br/><br/>He didn't change, he wanted a bath. He headed outside and saw the door was cracked. He saw the swirl of butterflies remember the butterfly from the other day. He wasn't exactly clear on what portent butterflies represented in this whole crazy thing. He was struck by not only how beautiful she looked, but also how happy she seemed. He loathed trying to get her attention, but the butterflies would disperse after a few moments. The breeze was pleasing despite being fall.<br/><br/>The autumn  landscape looked washed out, but at the same time, vibrant. He inhaled. "Alina." He called out to her. He knew she knew her name. He saw her long braid glimmer in the morning sunlight. He sketched out "Bath" a few times in the air. He had a place he bathed and did his washing. He would like to keep her here, but Atrius knew she wouldn't stay, she wanted to go somewhere. He felt responsible for her.