Flora opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, feeling fatigue weighing down on her, with no desire whatsoever to get out of bed.
She gently stroked her chest, and a warm current welled up from it, flowing through her limbs and body, easing her fatigue a little.
Like a lazy cat, she rolled across the bed until half her body hung over the edge, then used that imbalance to sway unsteadily into a sitting position.
Yawning, she haphazardly pulled on her clothes.
As Miss Elegy of the Mourning Poetry Society, she felt as though she had endless things to do every day.
Dealing with various factions, checking tedious accounts, planning secret gatherings, guiding members into contact with the Supernatural, buying ingredients, cooking... Although she did none of these jobs herself, even just looking at them felt exhausting.
"Maybe I should rest a little first..."
Muttering to herself, she toppled back toward the bed...
Bang!
The door was shoved open!
A thin boy stood in the doorway, sunlight spilling down behind him, his short, slightly curly blond hair looking almost dazzling.
He had heavy dark circles under his eyes and was looking into the room with a distinctly unfriendly expression.
Beside the bed, the girl sat quietly, her slender, fair fingers elegantly turning the pages of a book. Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she resembled a flower blooming in stillness.
She raised her head, displaying just the right touch of surprise. "Sir Damian, my Eternal Sleep Priest, what brings you here?"
"You were sleeping in again."
Flora lifted a finger and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, tilting her head in apparent confusion. "Sorry... I was so absorbed in my book that I may not have heard you knocking-"
"Your book is