Leif was laying on his bed, in a room more spacious than he had ever seen before. He was hiding, hiding from the other radiants.
“I hope none of them noticed my absence,” he thought, “if any did, I hope they don't come looking for me.”
Since proving his worth earlier that day, Leif had done his very best to avoid any and all people. He couldn't let them get to know him, and he couldn't let himself get to know them. He couldn't let himself grow attached.
Leif had spent the time during the gala laying on his bed, trying to relax. It was hard. Even when he was still living a peaceful life on one of the Reshi Isles, Leif was never able to relax. He was always moving. His time spent on the streets only made it harder to relax. He reacted to every noise made by people passing his room. Being in a room, no matter how large, made Leif antsy. The only times he usually was in a room was during highstorms. Of course, those rooms were usually packed with people. The fact that he had a room all to himself made him even more uncomfortable.
He glanced at the spheres lighting his room, wondering why they had Stormlight. The weeping was nearing its end. Most, if not all, spheres were dun. Yet someone, be it accident or design, had left enough spheres out during that freak storm for Urithiru to be well lit.
Leif stood up, and did his best to smother the light. After doing so, he laid back down on his bed, now fully intending to fall asleep.
Sorry for getting this out so late, life kept getting in the way.