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- Shane actually looked winded when he got to the training ground, which was unusual.
- "Haven't seen you in a bit," Gaster said. "Had a good run?"
- Shane flopped onto the ground nearby. "I was in the Persisteco capital a week ago for a meeting. Decided to skip the return stagecoach."
- Gaster did some mental math. The capital of Persisteco was several days by horseback. Given that Shane's pace for long-term travel was... no, that couldn't be right...
- Gaster's jaw dropped. "You didn't sleep on the way back!?"
- "I mean, I did! Just, only four hours a night."
- "Why!?"
- "I wanted to see if I could."
- ...Well, Gaster could respect that. "Mila is going to kill you, you know."
- "Just don't tell her how long I was out there for."
- "Let me heal you so there's less evidence, then." Gaster kneeled and concentrated on the green magic: just some overuse injuries. Nothing significant, to Gaster's relief. "That much exertion means you'll have the appetite of an ox, though. Can't hide that."
- "Not like that's unusual." Shane rolled onto his elbows and pushed himself upright with a grunt. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go sleep for a year."
- Gaster felt himself smiling. "Have a good nap."
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