VINCIT OMNIA VERITAS.

    By this point, Rerir has fully surrendered to the casual weirdness that his ''wife'' brings into his life. He could contest the affirmation- but silver-tongued Ratnik would simply show a faint surprise and pure mischief in his gaze.

   This time, instead, he lays a trap himself.

Mydeimos has, very slowly and with time, learned to develope a ''ritual'' to start his day in quiet relaxation.

To be truthful, it's more like he forced himself into it the first months of moving to live in Okhema, where he realized pretty fast that the new environment was affecting his sleep quality. He would wake up feeling restless under a new roof and in sheets that felt foreign on his own body. He'd find himself irritated at realizing that he was clenching his jaw at random moments and having to relax it, and he could feel the strain of tension in his shoulders starting to give him an hollow ache.

The ''ritual'' involves an early awakening, ignoring the sweltering sunlight, and having a cup of milk brought to boiling point and spices, particulary a popular Okhemian sweetener called Oronyx's Eye, a ball of solidified honey with some salt crystals in it that will melt when dropped in hot beverages and stirred appropriately. He would then settle in the seat of his window, while he waited for the milk to cool down at a drinkable temperature, not forgetting to stir it often. He could hear the chirps of the birds tracing archs in the sky, and get to know the city while it was at its best: waking up from a little respite despite the perpetual sun, like a cat rousing from its rest in a patch of sun.