Marche was the first to awaken, and had trouble getting out of the stack of blankets on top of him. Once freed, he staggered to the bathroom to splash some water on his face. He was home. He smiled and ran his hand through his hair. He felt better, lighter, free of a tremendous weight. He rubbed his cheeks and stretched his sides. He flexed his fingers and smiled at himself in the mirror.
Back in the bedroom, his friends were sleeping on the floor and Doned in his wheelchair. He put pillows beneath their heads and used some of the blankets to cover them. As he did, the Grimoire tumbled from the bed to the floor. He picked it up. It was heavier. Much heavier. Upon further investigation, Marche saw that the inside, what once was paper, was now completely stone. He laid his hand on it only for a moment before returning it to the bed. He looked at Ritz and Mewt again and turned around to see Doned awake and looking at him from his chair.
Marche could see tears in his eyes. In a single motion, Doned wheeled forward to knock knees with his brother. He leaned forward to hug him.
"Thank you, Doned." Marche said, "You two, Ritz, Mewt."
He dropped to his knees and hugged his brother tightly.
"Thank you." He whispered.
They sat like that until the sun outside started to rise. The light filled the room. It was warm, comforting. Ritz and Mewt woke soon after and they all sat in the silence of the morning light. Smiling, happy and ready to live their lives.