One of the perks about living on an ephemeral planet is that no matter how exhausted you are when you lie down, you always wake up feeling as if you'd slept for months. This feeling and realization no longer held terror for Clara. Before the first rays of Elpis-rising, she'd already showered, dressed, and made her bed. By the time the lavender-orange hues swirled in the wakening sky above, she'd finished breakfast and was walking on the suspended wooden bridge through the tree canopy. The night's rest had also had a transformative effect on Aaric. The Almitian walked a little taller, breathed a little easier, and now swung both arms by his side as if his surgery were a long-faded memory.
Wow! Goodness character and truth will out!