Today was a rest day for Sid'nis, but he was still at a point in his life that he couldn't just relax anymore...well, not without a bottle of something and he was trying to not drink as much. Yeah, he had his moments of weakness, but he was trying. One of the best ways to keep himself away from the bottle was to keep himself busy. The best place for that was at the infirmary. Today was a rather slow day for the infirmary, which was never anything to complain about, but it did make for some long boring moments. Sid knew exactly what to do during days like this...restocking and cleaning.
It was mindless work, really, which was good and bad both. Sid'nis still found his mind could be his own worst enemy at times. Times like this especially when all he was doing was dusting and putting away things. He tried to keep his mind away from darker thoughts and memories. He thought about his kids, thought about the fact that Iolith was going to be a sire again, thought about the next time he and V'an could enjoy an evening of tom-foolery.
When happy thoughts didn't seem to be keeping the darker thoughts at bay he did the next thing he knew that would work. Sing. Sid'nis was a healer by crafter, but his mother had always told him he should have been a harper. He couldn't play any instrument. Honestly, the mechanics of how a person played an instrument was as foreign to him as putting a wing sail back together likely was to a harper. His voice though...it was untrained but pleasant. Generally, this was a habit he kept to himself, which was why he was doing it now as he wasn't expecting anyone to join him.