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Sybill would like to think that one corner in the Astronomy Tower is theirs. It’s silly of her to even indulge the idea of romanticizing that sacred space but in the moments when she’s alone, she lets herself. It settles something warm in her chest and it’s hers and hers alone. It’s something that nothing else can touch; not her parents, not their expectations, and not the unending responsibility of holding it together for them. Rodolphus holds privy to the parts of her that she can’t ever show anyone else and it feels nice -- freeing, even.
Conjuring up a blanket, Sybill sits by the edge and lets her feet dangle against the cool breeze. “I hope you brought something warm to drink,” she says into the wind upon hearing the soft pitter-patter of someone else approaching. “Because I only made this blanket for me.”