Absolutely fine by Arthur, who was contemplating whether to stay conscious or perhaps make like a beached whale and sleep. It was a passing thought, however- he had never been quite fond of sloth as a concept.

Relaxing, on the other hand, was nice. He listened to his breathing as it slowed back to its normal rhythm, his right arm splayed out in one direction and his left in yet another.

Much better. Possibly even than the weather. He debated the possibility of glancing at Leto, but judged it an effort.