His mind rises from the swamp it's in, but just a little—and then there's another weight on him, holding him safe and down. Heine's posture barely changes before he's under the Imperius Curse again.

Back in his room, he goes through the motions of changing, climbing into bed, closing his eyes. He sleeps easily and deeply.

Waking up sore again is odd. Heine frowns in the mirror, looking himself over, but he doesn't notice any marks but the old imprints of teeth from—Jade, apparently. Maybe he's just been sleeping wrong. It would explain some things, like how tired he is despite sleeping all night.

Heine resolves to try and go to bed earlier. He wants to be up at the right time to see the next task, after all.