Death By Association

"Oiiii~," said Aurelia, gently brushing Zarils shoulder as he slept beneath the pavilion. He was sleeping more than usual despite his near-crippling insomnia. Today marked the fourth night he'd slept for nearly eight hours in a row. 

"Are we dying?" Zariel muttered. 

Aurelia glanced around and shook her head. "I don't think so. But it's morning. You got to wake up. We wouldn't want your muscles to Atrophy." 

Zariel peeped an eye open, nearly blinding himself with the radiance of dawn. A low groan escaped his lips as he awoke to the new day. "You're getting smarter. And what by chance do you know of Atrophy." 

"You've had an entire chapter dedicated to the benefits of using Atrophy to kill your enemies. In fact, the Necromancy spell you taught me uses Atrophy as a weapon." Aurelia stood to her feet, pulling the young boy up. She blushed when the winds kissed his hair, sending it into a flutter. "You're getting prettier."