Edgar has been sleeping poorly of late--he often wakes at noon to discover that he has undone all but one of the locks on his door, and that his things are not where he had left them in the evening. He seldom presents himself for meals, instead creeping into the kitchen afterward (as though he is ashamed) to take a plate of leftovers back to his room.
At times, he wraps himself in a heavy coat and walks through the forest, eyes on everything and nothing at once.
This morning, he is up unaccustomedly early so as to finish with the church furnishings before anyone else awakens. Dawn hasn't yet broken, but he reasons that he's only sanding; it doesn't require perfect light.