Aziel let out a long sigh as he lay on the bed designed for Alkroz, comfortably, light bouncing back from his surface. It had been several days, though to him, it felt more like months.
Sleep wasn't a necessity for his new body, but old human habits refused to fade, tugging him toward the comfort of rest.
If nothing else, it gave him a sense of normalcy, a fleeting illusion of peace, and perhaps, a chance to quiet the noise in his head.
His thoughts wandered back to the argument he'd had with Lycoris over staying within the research facility.
She had been firmly against it, insisting that he couldn't remain there any longer, not while he continued performing "unusual" tasks.
Apparently, sleeping for Plasma beings was considered something akin to a sacred ritual, much like mortals retreating to mountains or temples to meditate for decades.
She'd told him that since the moment she was born in this realm, she'd barely slept more than a handful of times, even as a toddler.
