House Cleaning
Mornings at Mr Claw's Animal Sanctuary, otherwise known as a Breeding Farm, were usually colourful, fresh and filled with a rich melody(cacophony) of natural noises that had the capability to drive any human from Alcove mad.
The city of RuneTech was so meticulously developed, constructed and heavily integrated with technology and magic that the sound of wild animals was the equivalent of a grating noise in the cogs of a broken-down RuneTruck.
Of course, this was the opposite for Arthur.
Growing up in nature offered him the opposite spectrum in this deal. The prince arose in euphoric moods, relaxed and almost fully healed. At least, now he could stand on his own two feet without feeling his legs, arms, ribs or skull about to cave in due to the pressure exerted on the healing bones.
The sounds of the morning animal sounds almost made him forget the terrible loss he'd endured the day before.
It was a miracle his injuries were doing this well.