[Suzerain of Sheol]

Indulging in a final, luxuriating yawn-and-stretch, Tsae finally decides it's time to wake up, sitting up in bed to notice that it's pitch dark outside. And inside. Nothing like starting the day in the middle of the night.

She snaps for a few ether-lights, sending them floating to the corners of her bedroom and casting it in pale lilac just enough to see by. Feeling uncharacteristically energized, Tsaerri rolls out of bed --

"Oof!"

only to tumble to the floor rolled up with her forgotten penguin. She extricates herself from the clingy bird, her eyes narrowing at his head nestled between her legs.

"I thought you were a gentleman, Mister Snufflebeak."

She sighs, rubbing her eyes. "What the hell am I doing?"

She isn't quite sure what's going to happen today, but lazing around the house seems unlikely, so she gathers up her gear -- still stylish and in her colors, but fully-covering and magically armored -- and starts to get herself ready.

A proper shower is in order after all that sleeping, and she exits into the main area of her house having almost forgotten about her guests, whom she finds outrageously slumped over her furniture and begging for sore backs when they wake up. She notices also that her liquor cabinet has been rummaged through, though no evidence of the culprit seems to be at hand. She briefly entertains the notion of any number of pranks she could pull on them right now, vulnerable as they are, before soberly deciding that she isn't allowed any semblance of fun in her life until this is over.

She leaves them a light on the table and heads off to the bathroom with her bundle of equipment. Mister Snufflebeak remains on the floor of her bedroom, contemplating his shame.