[It's a beautiful morning in Radiant Garden, but the youngest apprentice does not want to get out of bed today.

The tissue box on his nightstand is empty, with crumpled tissues scattered about, and right now he's balled up miserably under the covers with stuffy sinuses and feverish chills.

Who got him sick this time! (He'll blame the temperature of Even's lab anyway.)

Or did he just burn the candle at both ends by spending too many nights up late late late, reading under the covers.]