Elizabeth awoke, scratching her messy hair. She would have to fix that. Elizabeth wasn't sure how long she had to get ready, but she would take as long as was necessary to get her hair down. 

Afterwords, Elizabeth gathered at the breakfast table with the others. She heard what Violetta was saying, mostly. Elizabeth was hoping it was mostly review; she'd probably fall behind otherwise. Mornings were a scourge on her, a bane on her. Elizabeth sighed, and tried not to yawn, for surely the Lady would not be understanding. She had a sincere hope that she did not look too bad, a hope that was misplaced. The first on her mind was what was for breakfast. She did not too much care to ask too many questions right as she woke up.