Kaden waited for an answer, and as he received it he nodded. “That’s fine. Just let me know if it stays like that for more than two or three hours. I’ll have to heal it more then.” Kaden stated, doubting he could right now. His energy was still rather low, and with fatigue making him a bit drowsy, he doubted he could try and heal him much more.
Leaning back on the couch, Kaden grabbed his beer which was more of a room temperature than cold, still drinking it until it was completely empty. Tossing it on the nearby table, he was glad to see it teeter a bit, but thankfully it didn’t fall.
“I think I might sleep a bit more…” Kaden mumbled, just then he yawned and rubbed along his forehead. “Probably pass out on the couch, so do whatever you want.” The older demon said as he rested his head on the pillow beside him, bringing his legs close to his body and wrapping his arms around the cushion he was leaning against. The position didn’t look very comfortable, but Kaden surely didn’t care.
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