The rest of the night's sleep was not quite as eventful as the start had been, but he still dreamt. He was walking in a meadow, the sun was shining and a few refreshing droplets of water struck his face every now and again. A rainbow decorated the sky, and as he came upon a small cliffside, he could see a sea of differently coloured tulips. It was a beautiful sight... But then a soft nudge on his shoulder shook him away from the view. Then another one caused Harol to open his eyes to a sight which he found even more beautiful than the field of tulips: Freya had come on her morning visit she promised!

"Morning..." Harol said solewhat groggily and reached for his shirt. Rising up into a sitting position from under the covers did reveal his shirtless upper body, but that was soon remedied by the shirt getting pulled onto it's place. "Did you notice I accidentally left my grimoire behind? I could have it back..." he asked, and strecthed. During this, the back of his right hand brushed against Freya's chest, and as soon as Harol noticed the soft surface, he jolted to the opposite direction, pulled his hand away as quickly as at all possible and brushed the offending part a couple of times as if it could undo the accident.

"Sorry, sorry!" he said in a somewhat panicked tone and pulled the blanket over his head. He soon realized how incredibly childish that last move had been, trying to disappear from sight like that and pushed it off his head, landing it a good way accross the bed so that one could see him up to his knees. He then closed his teeth around the inner side of his left cheek and waited to see what would happen now.