Early in the morning, five days later.
Yang Yi woke in the Captain's Quarters and habitually reached for his head, but suddenly stopped.
His head had not fully grown back yet, and touching it might affect his recovery.
For now, his head was still only roughly formed. His features had not finished growing, making it look like a head burned beyond recognition in a fire. Only his left eye worked normally.
"Still no dream?" Yang Yi wondered aloud.
Over the past few days, he had deliberately slept several times, hoping to see whether he could enter a dream and obtain information about Steam Island, but things had not gone as he wished.
"Could it be that the more I want to enter a dream, the less likely it is to happen?"
He speculated, and considering his previous experiences, it seemed possible.
His previous dreams had all been triggered unconsciously, with only one exception, when he had entered a dream at Su Na's urging.
"Looks like I can't count on dreams."
Yang Yi sat up in bed and glanced toward Cui Xiya on the desk.
She had been fairly well-behaved these past few days. Apart from mealtimes, she had mostly stayed in the room, tinkering with her new creation.
At one point, Yang Yi had grown curious about what she was making and offered to help, but Cui Xiya had refused on the grounds that his hands were too clumsy.
This was Cui Xiya's field, after all. He could only watch her alter the cloak with extra-small tailoring tools and her sulfuric acid mouth.
"Finished!"
Cui Xiya suddenly shouted. A black bodysuit appeared in her hands, and she quickly slipped it on. It fit perfectly, even leaving room for her wings, with only her head exposed.
Even more remarkably, once she