It was a peaceful rest, as if a burden had been lifted from him and Ghanon slept quietly, if uneventfully. He never dreamed, so he just sank into the emptiness of his own mind, the void. No glare of stars, no push and pull of contrasting pressures. Even in his physical state, bound the mortal coil once again, Ghanon remained connected to everything, like he was listening to the heartbeat of the universe with every passing breath. There was a weightlessness here and he was drifting along, no worries, no pain, no love, no fear, no anger. Nothing.
That burden that had been lifted however, had drifted along to Lana, fitful in her sleep, tormenting her with the same unrest Ghanon had experienced during his long travel to the tundra village. And when dawn was rising, Ghanon felt himself slip out of that state of apathy, completely rested, but not fully restored... That would only come this evening...with hope.
Ghanon fluttered his eyes open and swung his legs over the edge of the bed sitting up and rubbing his eyes. The bed wasn't wholly comfortable and his back ached in some places, but at least he hadn't slept on the floor. His clothes had dried by this time, or at least he assumed they were and he reached for his trousers, slipping them on as he saw Lana drinking water.
"Good morning," he said with a shimmer of a smile. "Goodness...I haven't said that...since...I left my old life... But it's nice, for once to say it again. Good morning, Lana. So...what kind of plans do you have in mind today? Exactly what sights are there to see around here? I don't recall ever visiting this place more than once...twice at best."