“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the casket.” — to bianca!
She doesn't even respond with words at first. The sound out of Bianca's throat is more of a frail, questioning coo. Three seconds tick by in completion before Lavender's comment actually registers. It's rewarded with a disgruntled look, but Bianca doesn't have the energy for theatrics. She's spending too much of it just trying to stay upright.
"'S not my fault," She says, as if anyone had leveled any blame toward her in the first place. Her hands rub fruitlessly at her eyes. They don't seem to get any less bleary no matter how much attention she pays them. "I didn't-- I didn't sleep at all. Last night."
One of the few blessings she's found since her resurrection in how easily sleep comes to her now. There is no more waiting up and staring at the door, waiting for something bad to happen. There are no more nightmares. One might say she sleeps too easily, but then, it also makes for a convenient way to avoid talking to people.
Her dreamless slumber was interrupted last night by something trying to interact with the part of her still wandering the Underworld, and that thought alone is enough to prevent her from sleeping again any time soon. What could be looking for her? Was it on purpose? Why? And why hasn't it found her? Bianca woke up shaking and has been avoiding the answers to her questions since.
