The girl wiped her hands dry, the last traces of water disappearing from her skin as she quietly moved about the room, collecting her things, careful not to leave any trace of herself behind with the exception of the non-perishable snacks she left on the low table with a can of green tea. It was likely that anyone privy to the relationship between herself and the Genie Meevs would misunderstand it. Especially if they didn't know her very well. Making him dinner and putting him to bed could be painted as romantic. But that wasn't why she did it. Her motivations were pure. She put him to bed this evening for the same reason that she'd sacrificed her lunch for him earlier that day, and for the same reason he was the only one she'd told about her birthday. It was because he was family.
Shaken out of her reverie as the Genie in question shifted restlessly in his sleep. Her bag was open, waiting for her to finish packing her things as book rested in her lap forgotten. It was sad to see him so worn down, so obviously in distress. It was even more sad when she realized there was nothing she could really do to help, except offer support where she could, and hope he'd find a way through it when she couldn't. Pulling a piece a paper from her notebook she wrote out a quick note, letting it rest beside the food as she finally packed the last of her things and stood. "Sweet dreams, Miyavi-ssi," she called softly so as not to wake him up. "Don't be afraid, you aren't alone."
When she was sure she hadn't woken him so left the room, closing and locking the door behind herself, putting her coat and scarf on only after she was safely out of ear shot. He needed all the rest he could get. She couldn't guarantee him more than eight hours of sleep. She had sat at the low table in his room, pushing her own exhaustion aside as she studied. He had fallen asleep so quickly after dinner, sleeping so peacefully that she couldn't find it in herself to leave, so she hadn't. Instead she worked through her own homework. Battle tactics blending into Criminology, and her homework for sewing and fashion design. By the time she'd moved light was peaking in through the window, spilling across the table.
She was stiff from sitting still for so many hours, getting up to close the blinds and splash water on her face before checking the time. Six AM was an awful time to still be awake at on a Thursday. There was a full day of classes ahead of her that wouldn't care if she hand't slept or not.
The morning air was cold, instantly causing a shiver to tremble through her frame as she made her way silently to her own dorm to shower and change. Then maybe she would go to the cafe in town for coffee, there was no doubt she would need it. Stifling a yawn behind her hand as the Terra building loomed before her she smiled. Taemin would be awake soon. Maybe she would make him something for breakfast before she left for the cafe...
