Alaric had woken up, but in reality, he had struggled to sleep. But he tried to force himself to, that way no one would be asking questions. He pulled himself up and took a short glance at his cast. He wiggled his arm and it turned out it was completely fine now, which meant he could finally remove this cumbersome cast. He stood and pulled the sling off, letting his arm hover in the air.
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He doesn't exactly know how to take off a cast. But, he was sure his mother did, after all, she used to tend to his wounds when he was younger, this should be no problem. He had to see them anyway. He turned towards his window and pulled it open. He whistled and a golden light enveloped the dark room. He covered his eyes, and before he could lower his arm, he felt something push into him. He laughed softly and lowered his arm, staring down at Skydancer.
