Cleophus woke with a headache, his eyes unseeing in the darkness of the room. He yawned and stretched his arms, casting the light on the ceiling once again. "Oh, hey, Rist. Yeah, I did need you. Can you burn this?" he said as he showed Rist the root. "I would, but I am having a bit of trouble staying awake," he said with a tremendous yawn. "At least I feel a bit better, my muscles are a bit less sore."