"Rest well," he whispered under his breath. Her thanking him made Adell feel a little warm inside, though.
Plucking off all his armour and placing it on the side of one of the free beds, he collapsed on it. Dressed in a black shirt and shorts, sleep came quickly to the demon. For the first time in a while, he had soft, decently smelling sheets.
The rest was dreamless. It was said that dreams were the domains of souls, and his soul was probably too diminished by corruption. It was just as well. Everyone who he met had some sort of bad experience, and their restless sleep were the weak points of the cynical façades that they held. From the legendary Lord Xen who united the west under one banner 300 years ago to the hapless people that eked out a meagre living, there was a little saying amongst the civilised demon culture that epitomised this.
O̸nly demons ̸do͡n͢'̴t ͝s͢ęe̛ de̷mo͞nś iń ̕t҉heir ͠sl͜eep.
The morning of the next day began, though the demon prince was a late riser even before the world ended. Dalen entered the infirmary, smiled a little at the demon still snoozing peacefully in the bed. The proverbial bucket list of the old healer was improved by the addition of 'seeing a demon sleep like a baby'.
Dalen turned his gaze onto Terra, and took a seat down next to her bed.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked.