AUGUST: "Ah, I feel like myself again."

The winged person, August, presses a hand to his cheek, savouring the feeling.

AUGUST: "I should get some rest while I can..."

He all but flops onto the bed, laying on his front and burying his face in a pillow.

AUGUST: "I'm so tired..."

There's a photo on the wall showing the shadowy blotted-out version of August, smiling with a friend. A lamp by the bedside was seemingly turned on between panels, and August's phone lays next to his pillow.