[It's a silent night. Albert's condition remains the same through the majority of the night, as quiet as the dead and older in appearance than even his grandfather.
However, towards dawn, Albert's body undergoes another transformation. A breath passes his lips, and color rushes through his body again. Wrinkles smooth over as muscle seems to ripple through and fill out his body. Even his wings seem to regain some form of vitality, the dull off-black darkening back to the shade it had been the day before.
He sleeps peacefully, as if nothing had transpired only a few hours ago.]
[Action - last night]
However, towards dawn, Albert's body undergoes another transformation. A breath passes his lips, and color rushes through his body again. Wrinkles smooth over as muscle seems to ripple through and fill out his body. Even his wings seem to regain some form of vitality, the dull off-black darkening back to the shade it had been the day before.
He sleeps peacefully, as if nothing had transpired only a few hours ago.]