Thursday Morning.

When the morning sunlight peeks through the blinds into Room 503, it lands on a number of things. It glints off of pieces of silver armor scattered across the floor. It lands on the clothing meshes distributed between them: a white shirt, a black skirt, a red brassiere. It picks out the words on the pages of a certain book lying open on a bedside table.

Finally, it illuminates a set of rumpled bedsheets, as well as the two sprites cuddled together beneath them.

They're both still sound asleep. They had a long night, after all.