<div style="text-align: justify;">Missie would have exited the room in her weakened state, had Marcel not stopped her. She wasn't very sure about how many others would be in the castle, or where they would be. Or even if they would pose a threat to her. Which, if they did, there would be very little Missie could do, considering she wouldn't be able to fight anyone off. So, a small part of the girl was somewhat grateful Marcel stopped her from leaving.<br/><br/>Nodding at Marcel's words, Missie decided to obey, for now. It was not as though she was thrilled with the idea of walking the long and cold corridors back to her room. Something stirred in her mind. <span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FFFF00">The other girl... what is her name... she will be worried if I don't return</span></span>. The idea slipped her mind, though, when Marcel led her to the couch. She could feel the heat coming from his body, and felt grateful again when be placed a blanket over her legs. Pulling it up, Missie pulled and tugged on it, until only her face was exposed to the air of the room.<br/><br/>"Thank you", she murmured groggily. When Marcel moved away from her, Missie turned her head to look at him and tried to lift it, giving up after feeling too dizzy to keep her head up. Resting her head back on the couch, Missie sighed and closed her eyes. "I should not stay", she murmured, feeling like even speaking was too much of an effort at the moment. "The other girl, she will think you have done something to me... or that I am trying to seduce you". With a sigh, Missie fell into a state between being asleep and awake, one of her hands slipping from the blanket and falling limply to the side of the couch, the fingertips brushing the floor.</div>