An endless day of negotiations phasing into an even longer night of paperwork. Crescent moons of exhaustion punctured the delicate underneath of Madara's eyes, his usually proper posture suffering as well; slacken from exertion.
The candle did successfully burn itself on both ends and he had reached the point that he found no purpose remaining in the building when he's due back again the same time in the morning. So, deftly as he can manage, he stacked all his unfinished scrolls, bled all his seals, and left out the door.
He fussed with the cross-folding of his robe, tidying it proper along with letting down his hair from the loose bun it was twisted into. Halfway prepared for bed until paused at the softest scurrying somewhere down on the bottom floor.
Suffice to say, his unnatural reach of sensitivity alerted him first, that he elected to ignore, but this presence was warmer, studious, and definitely more welcomed than the usual spying lot that guarded the tower overnight.
" Sayuri, " he called from around the corner. A playful scolding in his tone, " it does you no good to be out this late. "
Closed starter — @pantheonxmuses
