“Would this be a good time to talk about it?” I asked Sheena as I set up in the bed. She was already sitting at her desk; the room was dark save for the green lamp-glow from her desk that illuminated her face. I watched her look up from her papers, black hair glowing softly in the lamplight as she shot me a look that was nothing short of a silent lecture.
“You ought be sleeping,” She told me. “You’ve got another hour before you need to ready yourself.”
“I’m not tired,” I shrugged, and then I thought better of it and laid back down, pulling the covers up to my neck.
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