His eyes weren't heavy. Rather, they were so light it didn't take long before Aldrin opened them to the greetings of the radiant sunshine. His nose itched. He had been sensing a sweet smell waft in the air for a long time. He turns to his side and the answer is revealed to him.
Amara is sleeping soundly on a chair beside him. Her head lied on his bed as her reddish-brown hair hung smoothly down her back. Her dog ears had quietly drooped, and Aldrin had to fight the urge to touch them.
He sits up and perceives something different. His body feels light. Too light. Almost weightless, when it should be burdensome instead. After passing a great deal of his aura to his brother and being strangled by their father, his body shouldn't be back to normal already.
A week more. A week more and he
