((If it's alright, can I skip it to it being morning from Loretta and Emma's perspectives? I'll try to make sure that we stay in the room until everyone else would be on that page.))<br/><br/>Loretta's sleep was a tad restless, but it had been so for over a century; some things can never change. It was, though, one of the better sleeps she'd had for some time, and therefore enjoyed it for what it was worth. She could only do so for so long, however, as she heard a whisper that more closely resembled a hiss worm into her ear on a warm breath: "<span style="color: blue"><i>Yes...</i></span>"<br/><br/>Loretta's eyelids barely opened. She could tell it came from Emma, although what the undertones were she couldn't make out properly. Then came the "<span style="color: blue"><i>Shut up...</i></span>" At that Loretta's brows furrowed. It was hard to tell what exactly was going on, but Loretta was pretty sure that it wasn't violent, though it would be...<br/><br/>And yes, her hypothesis was proven correct. The screams made Loretta buckle over a bit, one hand going to her ear, as the other was still on the pillow. The moment was made just a tad lighter when Emma fell from the bed like a clumsy child, and Loretta whipped up to be sitting up and leaning over the bed to see if Emma was still okay. After all, even the smallest of drops can have dire consequences, and Loretta wanted to make sure that Emma didn't get her legs any more smashed up than they already were.<br/><br/>When Emma was standing again, Loretta followed suit, holding up her britches with one fistful of durable cloth as she looked concernedly at Emma, square in the eyes- or, at least, what of them she could tell in the dim light- and made a half a step towards her. She was silent for a few moments, only breathing and standing still before saying, "<span style="color: purple">...Can't blame you, really.</span>"<br/><br/>Looking around, she set her eyes on the clock. Five-forty-one in the morning. "<span style="color: purple">Pretty early... think you can get back to sleep, or is your heart going too fast? We could probably see if there's something to eat if if you don't wanna get back to sleep. Doesn't really matter to me what you pick.</span>" Her voice cracked a bit more than normal, though it was for obvious reasons. It would be as close to fine as it could be in just a few minutes, anyway.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>