Was what Garmir did cruel? No, propably not. Harsh... certainly, but he knew himself from experience that if anything got the point through, it would be this moment. Wether or not Vaken yet understood why Garmir had attacked him in a middle of the night with no warning, he'd be sure to explain it.

The young man protested, something about being tired. Garmir let out tiniest of huffs and then moved closer to Vaken's side, this time slowly enough to indicate no further punishment. He looked at his apprentice for a while, his face carrying no real expression. A trickle of blood was slowly making its way across his muzzle, close to the side of his mouth. He turned his gaze away once more and then sat down close to the boy, again staring into the darkness.