Samsul had also been tired from the day of moving things around from one room to another, and it wasn't very long until sleep claimed him.

The next morning, Samsul was woken up by by an odd sound. He wasn't really sure what it was, but he was sure that he left a lot lighter than he did a few seconds ago. The Lost Elf opened his eyes and looked up at Anastasia looking at something. He turned his head to see what it was, and could see a small table with two trays on it. He smiled at it, and looked back up at his wife. "Good morning, Anastasia. I assume that you slept well?" He said with a smile.