Her body was well-rested when she allowed herself to finally wake up the morning after her last session with Mr. Akingbade. He'd been insistent that she swallow a potion to help her mind repair itself and rest. There had been no reason to argue. Not only had she grown to trust the wizard, no small feat in itself, she was exhausted. She hoped that there would never be another occasion necessary when her mind would need to be so thoroughly checked. Every glimpse caused a strain that was harder and harder to recover from. Too much messing about in her mind could cause even more damage.