It took me a while to doze off and sink into darkness. See, we were sleeping rough. Not to mention that you get even less sleep with each person that sleeps around you, because they make all sorts of noises in the night. Some might shuffle around or whistle in their sleep, but others can just thrash or snore to no end like they're being mentally tortured. Thankfully, I got about two of hours of sleep, definitely better than about six in an alley, and eight in another alley.

I couldn't remember my dream very well, but let's just say an aural bridge cut introduced the sounds of struggle, followed by a sickening stab and shriek. Someone was in trouble, but I was still trapped between a dream and waking up; I struggled to keep my eyes open, let alone move as if someone poured tar in my veins. Snorting, I felt repulsed by the smell of blood, and I only started to picture everything together when the shadows started fighting each other. "Goodness, what the hell?" I wasn't really fazed and my joints felt stiff, but I was quickly alarmed when Trey basically pierced my eyes with light; the embers and flames in the air illuminated everything in a flash, and within seconds I took out one of my knives while harbouring disbelief. It wasn't for attacking though, since I just got up and would likely be a bad shot. "Alright, stop stumbling around and lemme get your guts back in." The only thing I could do reliably was to get Deravan to stop bleeding. I had to mutter a few lines in some weird language while rubbing my palms together, feeling uncomfortable at holding Deravan's shoulder while I kinda hoped for the best.