It is only mere moments later when Tristran slowly stirs. Whatever side-effects from the spell the old biddy cast on him have now been lifted. He feels more or less like himself again.

Stretching, Tristran lets out a yawn and blinks. He can only vaguely remember some things about being in a caravan ... and eating far too many nuts than he is comfortable with ... being sung to ... protected ... feeling warm ...

Then he sits up abruptly, looking around for signs of the star.

"Yvaine..." he murmurs more to himself. His limbs all feel far too heavy and useless, like they have been stored somewhere for too long. He stumbles to his feet.

There is a closed door which he now opens. It leads to the bathroom.

"Yvaine?"