Part of the issue was immobility. Dryath had been held immobile for over thirty-six hours now, and his body had too much energy for him to be able to sleep. The ancient vessel hadn’t come equipped with a brig, and Dryath would have been able to escape a brig anyway, so he had to stay bound.
The rest of his insomnia came from guilt. He should be fighting harder. To be sure, Genthry had bound him well. He knew how these restraints were supposed to work, and he had little doubt that Genthry would simply knock him out if he proved to be too troublesome. He didn’t wantto spend the remainder of the flight unconscious. He didn’t want to enjoy his conversations with Genthry either, but he didn’t seem to have a lot of control over that.
If anyone ever found out, he’d lose his job at the very least.