Though he was exhausted, Claud could not entice sleep to find him. It was the quiet again. It put him on edge, told his brain, stay awake! There is no one here to watch your back. Though he knew that wasn't true—the priests kept a watch all night long—he wasn't used to not sharing a space with others, and so, he could not sleep. Claud's head swooned with fatigue and his blinks grew longer and longer. Stupid—if he slept here he would be stiff and cold when he woke. Francis lets out a surprised, tearful laugh. He's inside. "S-so.. what would you like to pray for?" Yes, he knew of the soul. (WHOOPS)