Enchants her bed

Later on, after trying a few different ideas on other innocuous, everyday items (including an unfortunate run-in with our toaster), I’d gotten around to changing my bed. It wasn’t a rocket ship or anything — even if I’d gotten a handle on what I could do, those were still the early days, after all, when I hadn’t quite figured out my limits — but I had managed to enhance it based upon its intended function.

In other words, sleep.

I was incredibly grateful for my foresight when I woke up the day after my encounter with Lung, feeling well-rested and as refreshed as though I’d gotten a full, uninterrupted eight hours of sleep. That was the effect I’d placed on my bed, you see: though I hadn’t bothered to test it to find out the exact number, it healed and rejuvenated the body and mind the same as a full night’s sleep with just a few hours. I thought it was probably three, because my various caster types tended to agree that three was an important number.