I'll reveal everything I've learned from Nyct to Sey and Shi very soon, I think. I'm too drained to do it today.

''Rey.'' Now your mother imposes herself. ''Whenever you go out in the city, I want you to at least take one of your friends with you. If anyone gives you torubles, well, too bad for them.''
''Okay.'' Your mother taught you how to defend yourself, but it wouldn't be enough to make your parents feel secure. Not until you, perhaps, prove yourself a little bit.
I nearly died today, huh...It's already night. It truly did not feel real.

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Healing potions are frighteningly efficient at healing all kinds of wounds, their sedative effect was quite the experience after you ate a light supper. ''Knocked out'' as your mother put it had been apt indeed: you'd have fallen on your face had Seyraphal not caught you midstride.

Yet sleep, the sweet blessing of Father Sky protection, kept eluding you.
People always say that Father Sky blesses the creative mind, resulting in insomnia...
Sometimes you heard a growl, a bark, that sickening crunch of Shigeko's woodcutting finding purchase in undead flesh. Then, when you rubbed your eyes, looking at the slumbering blob that was Usha, the corners of your vision revealed a tall, deadly, dark shape for the instant of a heartbeat.
Gods damn it all. Spinning and spinning, fears of your dreams mixing with today's reality caused eruptions of sweat and mounting energy that, somehow, never dissipated as you tossed and turned in bed.

This shed, your shed, your room, your little place, your corner of the world that is yours, didn't feel safe. Peering outside in the dead of night, your father sat leisurely on a chair he brought from the living room, reading a book by the light of a lamp. He'll be here until morning, rejuvenating himself with the miracle of stamina.

There's no reason for sleep to elude you so, yet... At least fiddling with the heart of silk gives you a little solace.