Aezaleon opened his eyes, albeit lazily. He didn't know how much time had passed, but he had a good sleep even on the platform of ice he created.
[Hm, finally awake, are we!]
"Yeah." He smiled on hearing the familiar voice in his head. "How long did I sleep for, Clementine?"
[Probably about 6 hours. Or maybe it was 6 and a half; I didn't count, but something around it.] She responded in a thoughtful voice. Her words were like a soft chime echoing in the quiet of his mind.
"What are those two doing?" He questioned again. "Don't they want to give me a good morning too?"
Clementine appeared in the material world before him, leaving his soul sea. "They are still asleep. They were quite tired after what happened last night."
She answered in a calm tone. Not minding his current nakedness, but she also noticed the uncomfortable hardness (morning wood for the pure-minded ones) that twitched every other second as though in search of something.
