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The next morning, a fresh day unfolded.

Noah's first priority was finding Raven and handing back his tablet. As soon as he was done with his bath, he got dressed and prepared to head out.

Kelvin, on the other hand, was still in bed, buried under his blanket like a corpse.

"I'm unwell," he mumbled when Noah glanced his way.

Noah raised an eyebrow. "Go see the healers, then."

Kelvin groaned, turning his face deeper into his pillow. "Nope."

"You're literally dying over there."

"Let me die in peace."

Noah sighed, arms crossed. Kelvin didn't look critically ill—just exhausted, maybe. Probably spent all night working on something again.

"If it gets worse before I'm back, I'm dragging you to the healers myself," Noah warned. "No complaints."

Kelvin gave a weak thumbs-up from under the blanket.

Noah shook his head and grabbed his things.