He slumped against a tree, rubbing his eyes tiredly. A moment later however, he stood up and shook it off. Not yet. he wasn't going to succumb to the weariness tugging at him. He knew what would be waiting for him if he closed his eyes for just a moment. What good did the nightmares do him anyway? He was better off just... just staying awake.
His thoughts centered on Akala again, clinging like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood. He took a few staggering steps, then vanished, only to reappear somewhere miles south on the same mountain range. He felt the pull--- not, perhaps, Akala, but certainly something similar.