[sup][@GrafRoy Zeppeli][/sup][hr][center][h2][color=a187be][i]Meruin Hazy[/i][/color][/h2][/center][hr]
	Meruin blearily opened a single eye to look at Charlotte. So she was still here. How unexpected. And also still asking questions. [color=a187be]"Comfortable is relative. If I can sleep, then I am comfortable. If I can't then I am not. Simple as that,"[/color] said Meruin succinctly. Honestly, sleep was sleep. If she could have it, what did it matter if she was "comfortable"? It was a waste of time to think about it.

	[color=a187be]"In any case - [i]yawn[/i] - good night. Or morning. Whichever."[/color]

	Still, this girl. She gave Meruin a strange vibe. A moment ago, right when she was removing her clothes, she felt the urge to put her guard up, as though she had changed from a herbivore to a carnivore, and she was the prey. Meruin was not in the habit of disregarding her instincts, so just in case, Meruin carved a rune into the ground behind her, away from the girls eyes. A useful barrier that redirects the thoughts of attackers to go elsewhere. Not very strong, but Meruin figured it was enough for someone like Charlotte.

	Then she fell asleep for half an hour, enjoying the morning breeze on her bare skin. Her last thoughts while falling asleep were of her dorm and finding it, because as nice as it was to find a nice, cool, spot to sleep, she was sure that sleeping on her bed would be an infinitely nicer experience.