Starry's room is dimly lit, softly illuminated by strings of fairy lights, and a lamp on a small table; spherical in shape, with star-shaped holes sprinkled all over it.
She's found herself curled up beneath the soft blankets and resting against the few plush pillows she's got, a soft glow to her half-lidded eyes as she faintly hums some melody she can't remember the name of…
Who knows what time it really is? Surely, everyone else is up and about and busy- the thought only confirmed by distant conversation somewhere far down the hall.
She can't even sleep. No one here can.
She turns over and curls up tighter, gaze now focused ahead at the wall, or- rather, someone, if they were there…
This feels familiar, too.
The wanting. The yearning.
…She shuts her eyes tight.
She can't afford that kind of thing right now, not in any capacity. Not even-
No. Absolutely not. No way in this wacky world of wonder could she ever ask that of somebody…
Self-preservation comes first, right? Keeping yourself afloat to help the others?
Then, you'll just have to work with what you've got.
You've always been known for being resourceful.
…But all she feels… is small.
Her gaze shifts to the door.
She pulls the blankets up tighter, as if to tuck herself in, hugging a star-shaped pillow to her chest.
She stares longingly at the door.
...Maybe this'll be a request for Caine. At least the NPCs don't seem to get as worked up about this place...