The night went by quickly enough. Calanon went outside to help out Merek with Brogach, settling Calanon's truest friend in the stables for the night. Merek had some feed available, and Calanon fed the Elk happily, letting Merek pet the great beast's head. Soft grunts from Brogach gave the hint that the Elk was enjoying all of the attention, and Calanon bid his friend a good night and fine sleep before he was escorted to his bath. 

It had just been heated by the aloof Rayadell, and he enjoyed the water and the cleaning he gave himself, unaware of the child a few rooms within the home that was in need of a cure just as much as he. He slept well that night, his life within the wild leaving little room in his head for doubts, regrets or fears. He simply did his duty, and the things he thought deeply about were of the idealistic and philosophical way of things, having long outgrown too much introspection (unless something particularly unnerving happens). He slept with a clear conscience and rested well. 

The morning was crisp and cool, and Calanon was up bright and early. He outfitted quickly, though not in a hurry. He was simply used to putting on his gear and did so methodically and with practiced ease. He strode out of his room with a light smile on his face for the first person who he would happen upon to greet. He had no idea if Merek or Thea would have any parting food or words for he or Ryadell.