Kyrian fell asleep only a few minutes after lying down.
The mattress was soft, softer than he had expected. The sheets carried the scent of dried herbs, probably some kind of spiritual fragrance meant to aid rest. The room was dark, quiet, protected from the constant movement of the city outside.
His body was still tired.
No longer injured, the cuts had healed, the burns had disappeared, and his meridians had stabilized.
Not exhausted to the point where he couldn't fight. If something happened, Kyrian could rise and fight within seconds.
But tired.
It had been more than two weeks of flying with almost no interruptions. Days and days crossing forests, mountains, rivers, and endless plains. The constant wind, the vigilance against flying beasts, and the effort of staying alert even during breaks.
His Heaven Bone was still exhausted. Kyrian could feel it, a silent presence within his spine, dormant, without radiance, without pulsation. It would need more time to recover.
