The hours slipped by quickly until Duke returned—this time, to bring her back to rest. He looked worn out but content, the kind of tired that came with a day well spent. Kisha, too, felt satisfied with how productive she had been. She had crafted numerous types of magic scrolls, brewed batches of stamina boosters, and Duke's biogas farm project was progressing smoothly.
Marcus had already gone to bed earlier. Understandably so—he was older, and his grandchildren were still young. He needed to tuck them in and be up early the next day. Although he had considered sleeping inside the territory space to save more time, it just wasn't viable.
The space was always stuck in daylight—there was no night. While he and the children could take naps when tired, their bodies struggled to fall into deep, restful sleep. Without natural darkness, their melatonin production remained disrupted, leaving them feeling more exhausted rather than refreshed.
