During his off-day with Selene and Yara, Moon kept checking on Honeybun within his beast taming space. The little turtle remained off-grid, still locked in its deep slumber, its consciousness somewhere far away in the vast River of Paths with no change in his condition.
Moon told himself patience was the only option, though the curiosity gnawed at him.
By evening, a yawn finally caught up with him.
Moon excused himself and headed to his bedroom to sleep. Although sleep was barely needed at his current prowess, it was still something he enjoyed to do, and it did help him mentally, even if it was just an hour or two of sleep.
The others called it a night as well, switching off the television and drifting toward their own rooms to rest after the long day.
In his room, Moon stretched out on his king-size bed, ready to let sleep take him, when his phone buzzed on the nightstand.
He cracked one eye open and reached for it.
