Cass woke up slowly the next morning. Without Sam around, he had no timer, no duties, nothing. It felt…strange to just, open his eyes and stare up at the fucking mural without Sam prattling on next to him.
Cass shifted in the bed, the sheets sliding against his skin as he rolled around in the bed, flopping this way and that.
What was he doing?
Nothing happened in the night like he had worried, and nothing strange happened again. He was hungry though, and thanks to the small stash of non-perishable food that Sam made sure he had, and knew where it was, Cass could make something for himself, and he could warm up some water for himself.
He'd learned how to warm up water with magic, so that was exciting. It felt like he was living out his true isekai dreams, and he giggled like a schoolgirl as he sat, tea pot filled with the 'safe' water, his hands against either side and said the magic words.