The moonlight pools into the room through the curtains, painting the floor in a soft serene blue. The night would mark the end of a day's work for some, and for others it was only just getting started. The Isle of Awakening had a diverse variety of people, each bringing a liveliness in their own way.

Tonight however, a certain someone was up for a different reason. Malroth lay awake in his room, staring out the windows beside the bed with a huff. You'd built him such a badass room, exactly to his liking too! He still feels the excitement when he'd first saw it..

But right now, he feels something so..Bitter in his stomach. His mind keeps drifting off to Malhalla, when he had been awakened as the Master of Destruction. He feels a familiar anger and sickness, remembering the things he saw. What he felt, when his body would shed off excess he didn't need..It hurt.

He can still feel it, the pain and resentment. If it weren't for you, he knows he'd have been hopeless. Permanently losing his body, and his mind. You didn't have to, especially after all you had been through..But you were determined to save him and their friends.

He shakes his head in mild frustration, this doesn't have to be on his mind. He's okay now, everything is over. "Ugh..I need some sleep.." He sighs, even though he knows he's wide awake now. He oddly feels the urge to check on you, to make sure you're okay obviously..That's still his job, after all.

He's sure you wouldn't mind anyway, right?