Stessana wished desperatly that she'd ever gotten the knack of sleeping with her armor on.<br/><br/>Nude, save for an implated bustier of cyber armor, that looped below her generous breasts and stopped just above her pelvis, the cybernetic marvel somehow easier to breathe in than the average corset despite a vauegly similar effect upon her cleevage, she wore panties and boots under the blanket, with smooth tempered steel resting lightly in one hand.  Staying still and breathing silently as if still asleep, she concentrated for a long moment, blankets shifting the slightest bit, as a second blade, this one born of her heartfire and dreamsong, materialized in the other hand.<br/><br/>slowly, she sighed and let her eyes flutter open, then turned to look past the hovercycle between her and the door to see who had entered.