Yumi wordlessly listened to the commander’s responses to their questions. She bowed respectfully as he left before taking a seat on the floor, her back to the wall, her grip tight on the scythe crossed in front of her. Her eyelids quickly fluttered closed as she slipped into a light sleep as easily as a cat. She wasn’t particularly tired, but if their hunt lasted into the night, drowsiness wasn’ could easily hinder her reaction time and judgment, which could easily be a death sentence.

Yume’s catnap did not last long, however. Yume saw to that when she began petting the [i]actual[/i] cat in the room. Her eyes smoothly opened like she had never been asleep and turned toward the commotion. The faintest hint of a smile graced her lips at the amusing scene before her. Her attention quickly turned to the fae’s magnificent hair-drills. She thought about how much time she spent on caring for her own hair, and her eyes widened at the thought of the staggering task of caring for [i]that[/i] much. As she absently twirled one of her blue locks, she looked closer at Yume’s gear. She seemed to be a caster of some sort, leading Yumi to speculate that there likely was magic involved with her hair. [color=a8d7e8][i]Must be nice,[/i][/color] she mused, a hint of jealousy in her thoughts.