After a night passed, the morning sunlight inappropriately shone directly into Lynch's eyes, bringing with it the awakening bright white and the sleep-inducing warmth. The mage was quite baffled as to what intentions this bright thing in the sky harbored—was it reminding him that time was short and he should promptly start a new day, or was it encouraging him to indulge more in the soft bed?
He was now half asleep, half awake, surrounded by chaos, with quite a few "suspicious" smells still lingering in the room. The mage remembered the events of the previous night very clearly—perhaps it was because his long-term willpower training had improved his alcohol tolerance? However, now the mage wished he had just gotten drunk so he could have a more tactful excuse for the "crazy actions" in Zilvra's words.
