Verloren didn't need to be told to rest, it was easy enough for him to slip into a very light slumber while the dragon carried him off down the river. Or to wherever, honestly. He wasn't giving it much attention. His eyes were too heavy to bother any more, or to really focus on anything. Though what he found in his light slumber was not very comforting.

He could hear it very clearly, his parents talking in the other room. They never argued, not aloud, not in front of people, not even in front of him. They only discussed things when he was supposed to be asleep. It was something that he had learned when he was only a few years old, but at the age of five, he understood very easily as to why they never discussed anything in front of anyone. They were very malicious towards everyone but themselves, him, and their dragons. They were never kind when they spoke about anyone else in the city, and tonight was no different. They were talking very heavily about how badly his fathers dragon had been hurt because of someone's stupidity and how stupid it was that the entire wing was broken. 

But he was still so small back then, he couldn't stay awake much longer to listen to his parents talk. But he knew something was strange the instant he woke up the next morning. There were strangers in his home, going through things, shaking him, asking him questions, asking him where his parents were, where their dragons were. He didn't have answers, obviously. He was only five and now in tears. Just where had they gone, his parents? And why did they leave him behind with only Lu?

Ver jolted awake though and gripped onto Lu tightly as he was sluggishly brought along, mumbling something very faintly about his parents before his eyes drifted closed once again. Though his legs still moved, sort of. He was kind of functional, but at the same time, not really.