An Erithir Nap

She had never seen a man quite so good at napping as Erithir. Not that he was lazy, or that he slept more than the others, rather that he had turned napping into an art. He could sleep anywhere, weather he was sitting, or laying down or even occasionally standing and leaning against something.

Erithir could fall asleep in a matter of seconds, and slept shallow enough to be easily woken. She watched him. Whenever he was not needed, he would simply take a nap. As soon as he was needed, he could wake up, and get to work doing whatever it was that called on him to do; as if he had been alert and ready the whole time.

Shroud tried to learn how he did it. She failed utterly. Sleep did not come so quickly to her, and waking unless jolted with great urgency was slow, and sticky, and felt unpleasant.