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The magierprinz woke up, yawning as he tried to lift himself - Swen's eyes widened as he looked down at the body on top of him, and after a moment of panic noticed the pink hair and remembered the night beforehand.

[color=gray]"Of course.  Lyssa.  Not letting me sleep on my own.  Yep."[/color]  He spoke this quietly with a slightly irritated voice, wondering if the puppy would have heard him.  She was probably off in some corner of the room, snickering at his misfortune.

It took some time, but eventually the 'demon' was pried off of him, laid down to sleep comfortably on the bed carefully.  A pillow was inserted beneath her head, and the covers tucked in around her.

Shaking his head, he prepared himself for the day, leaving a single note behind for the two of them.  [i]Headed off to the library.  Eith, here is some food money attached in a sack.  Please, enjoy yourselves while I continue my work.[/i]

And with that, he left the dorm.

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The kitten woke up, eyes fluttering open to the world.  She had a slight headache from the previous night, and after a quick look around of a room absent of her mistress panic began to fill her, eyes darting around as she did a rapid search of the room for some sign of what might have happened as she ran around-

Oh.  There was a note on the door.  And plenty of ale on the table.  Her mistress was probably upset, and for good reason.  Hopefully she hadn't-

	[i][color=8dc73f]'Maoin, gone out to train. Couldn't sleep. Someone should be coming by this morning, so stay and make sure they're welcome.

	Clean or something...whatever it is you normally do.'[/color][/i]

A sigh of relief ran through the kitten as she sat back down, looking over her left and currently bandaged arm.  Last night had really happened, and Maoin started thinking about what she could say.  Well first, she needed to stop this drinking habit from reforming.  But also ...

She'd just have to be a better familiar.  And she'd have to keep a better check on her emotions.  Her mistress was understandably worried about the problems she had caused, and it was her job to make her lady's life more pleasant, wasn't it?  And she could start by making sure their guest would be well taken care of.  Soon enough, the tables were cleaned along with herself, a small breakfast being prepared quickly by her hands.

Soon enough, the room was prepared for whoever was coming, and a bath prepared for her mistress in case she required it after their training ...