O'walu accepted the water graciously and gobbled it down in a single gulp, and went to fetch more when she told him where to get his own. His stomach churned from the night before, but he had luckily stopped drinking at precisely the correct time; another drink or two and he would have tasted the vomit in his mouth seconds before it hit the floor.<br/><br/>Thankfully, it had never happened. The hunter hated vomit, irrationally so. After he felt awake enough, he offered the priests any help they could use around the temple for the morning, and he went about, busying himself for them. When Naomi came to him asking if he had dreamed, he bit his lip. He had indeed been given a vision in his sleep, of her. Of things he had never considered doing to her before. Of things he had not acknowledged about her before. "No, I cannot remember anything," he said. "But I slept very well, thank you for asking. I don't suppose you've seen Sera around?"