Before Han could raise his own arguments against Professor Owen's decisions—Han Jing found himself bolting up in his bed. The Wood Elf who had been shaking his shoulder, eventually just sighed. "You're a heavy sleeper, aren't you?"
"Why did you wake me up, Faeran!" Han Jing groaned and rolled back into bed. "I was at a crucial point with the people—what if I end up in jail or court?"
The Wood Elf who may or may not have been sympathetic to Han Jing's current circumstances only sighed and shrugged. "I suppose you could try returning to your little engagement with those people made by the Creators or you could properly wish me goodbye. A proper host would do that."
"Wait, you're leaving already?" Han Jing asked.
He tried to remember everything they did last night—and it was true that Faeran said that he was leaving. After the Mid-Autumn Festival with the mooncakes, lantern making and even fighting a giant mollusk together… This guy was finally leaving.