East Wing, Saratoga Castle.
Adam slowly opened his groggy eyes, his gaze drawn to the familiar ceiling of his dorm room.
He stared at the ceiling in a daze, contemplating whether to get out of bed or sleep for some more time.
"Val," he called out.
"What?" The young dragon, in his adorable cat-form, was sitting by the fireplace and making a pyramid out of gold coins.
"How long did I sleep?"
Valerian turned to look toward the bed and spoke after some thought, "A little more than two days, I think."
"…I see." It would appear that Adam had been truly exhausted during the events of the Duskfall Masquerade Ball.
That night, he had to constantly be on edge. From playing mind games with Altan Duskfall and Olin Barrett, to ultimately engaging in a physical battle and coming out victorious.
Furthermore, the explosion from the flesh golem had also severely injured him—more than he cared to admit. Even now, his whole body was aching from that explosive attack.
