[ Despite Schneider's penchant for nighttime forays, she wakes bright and early, listening to the sound of water and Vertin's breaths against her neck. She would like to move. She would like to feel water over her skin, pull herself together so her mask fell into place just so. But she doesn't]
Good morning, my lord. Did you sleep well?
[ She hums with contentment as she sorts her thoughts. Ah, so this was reality.]
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Good morning, my lord. Did you sleep well?
[ She hums with contentment as she sorts her thoughts. Ah, so this was reality.]