[Claude's sleep isn't exactly restful either, given he'd dismantled his bed to give it to Hayame, and he had to settle for sleeping in a chair in his room instead. He'd done that before: long hours in the library glued to a book, or poring over paperwork in his office during the war, had turned it into something of a bad habit.
Now, though, at least it has its uses. He rises early to complete his morning meditation, then quietly enters the sitting room to check on Hayame. Her eye's open, so he addresses her.]
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Now, though, at least it has its uses. He rises early to complete his morning meditation, then quietly enters the sitting room to check on Hayame. Her eye's open, so he addresses her.]
Mornin'. How are you feeling?