Back when Lloyd had lived near Iselia, before the Journey of Regeneration, before the Desians, before everything had started happening and life had been simple, he'd often made the argument to anyone who would listen (but especially his teachers and Dirk) that he needed to take plenty of breaks from school or work to keep his mind sharp and his stress levels relaxed. Dirk had let him get away with it to a degree, even approved with amusement sometimes. After all, he was the one who'd taught Lloyd the tenth vow.

Once things started becoming more dire, though, playful moments happened less frequently. He just hadn't had the time, or hadn't been in the mood. It was hard to think of doing much else when he was worried about his friends, about the two worlds, sometimes worried so much his stomach tied into knots...

Maybe Guy had a point.

"Dwarven vow number ten," Lloyd murmured, mostly to himself, but loud enough for Guy to hear if he was listening. "Play hard, play often." He intercepted the ball, maybe a little less gracefully than he would have liked, but tried to keep moving. It... felt odd, almost uncomfortable, to think about relaxing when they were all still prisoners, all still in danger every night. But...

Guy's words touched a chord in him. A thought occurred to him, and he crooked a wry smile before kicking the ball to where he thought Guy would be next. "You sound a lot like my Dad. So, you really don't think there might be anything true about what the doctors say?"