Yumeiko stood at the partition into the bed chamber of the other's quarters, hemming and hawing softly to herself while she considered various possibilities. Furniture might have fallen on her, something sharp could have been thrown by an impact - any number of things. After she stood at the door a while and hadn't received an answer, she decided the only thing to do would be to enter and check on her long-term guest.

No, wait, she heard something. It had been too brief and indistinct for her to identify it - had it been a shout? A call for help? [color=FFEEBB]"Miyuki? Are you there? I'm coming in."[/color]

The spirit fox turned and looked at the room behind her, the utter chaos of it. Was it worse, within? She braced herself, turned back to the partition, and opened it.

Well, it wasn't [i]much[/i] worse, inside. The mess changed - instead of large containers that held servings of food, plates and bottles and cups were scattered everywhere. Booze and- oh, no, there were containers in here, too. Carefully, Yumeiko stepped through the clutter, somehow finding the open spaces between the mess to step as she approached the bed.

Wait, it was still all food waste. This was her bedroom, yes? If this was how she treated her rubbish, she would have expected there to be clothing everywhere, too. Maybe she just did her laundry? Yumeiko still didn't smell anything [i]rotten[/i], so the woman either ate all her food or took care of her waste... eventually. It might have been laundry day.

The blond fox woman came to stand next to the bed, looking with an unsure concern at the woman curled up there. [color=FFEEBB]"Miyuki? I don't believe we've met, my name is Yumeiko... no Kami."[/color] That still felt strange. [color=FFEEBB]"We took hits to the shields, I wanted to be sure you're alright. ... Are you sleeping...?"[/color] Had this woman slept through the battle, or had she been injured by something (probably from her rubbish) when they'd taken hits? The way she was curled up, blankets and tails tight around her - it could be how she sleeps, or she might have curled in on herself for comfort after the battle. Hard to say.