North rolled over, trying to block out the light beaming down on her face oppressively. With a slight huff, she reached up and rubbed her eyes, noticing as she did so that the backs of her front feet felt strangely smooth - and that she could move them that way at all. With a small catch in her throat, she slowly opened her eyes. Small hands greeted her; shaky and thin, but most importantly clad only in pale, cold skin. Sitting up in shock, it came to her attention that she was quite cold. This, she noted with a blush that brought a hint of color to her previously washed-out cheeks, was probably because she wasn't wearing anything.

Scanning the room, North quickly noticed the clothes that (she assumed) Sasha had brought her. She slid out of bed and knelt down, looking for something that would provide her with the coverage that she was used to. After putting on the necessary undergarments, she settled on a black V-necked sweater, a red cami, a red skirt cut right above the knee, and black leggings. Once she deemed herself presentable, she headed down to the kitchen mentioned in Sasha's note.