What Was Exchanged
It weighed on him heavily; the presence of both the Faceless One and the Progenitor, two forces that transcended mortal understanding–such entities of colossal pressure ruined his own sense of strength.
"How long was I asleep?" He asked, looking over at the tiny creature.
Nin sat on the railing of the high-up bed, which was made of cleanly-cut, rich wood, swinging their legs without a care in the world as their sparkling wings laid flat.
They were tapping their chin in thought, periodically making small noises as if really having to rack their brain to remember, "Hmm…Hmm…About five hours? Yeah, that sounds right. I wasn't counting, but the mind of a faerie is just superior like that, ya know?"
"Sure, whatever. Thanks," he responded, getting his answer.
"Hey! You were barely listening, weren't you?!" Nin squeaked.