[ Does he like to read? There were few books to be read in the barracks, and none to be found in the dark alleys Alidas needed him to walk through. None could be brought into the Gray Space, its sharp edges would shred anything as delicate as paper.

His shoulders relax, and he points at the nearest post. ]

I'll be sure to keep my curtains drawn. [ One of his last roommates/co-workers liked to wake up anyone unlucky enough to oversleep by beating them with pillows, so-- it could be worse.

Another smile, though this time the weight of the past day shows through the cracks. ]

I think I might just lie down and close my eyes for a few minutes. [ Wishful thinking. This bed is too comfortable. ] Thank you, again.