"....."
It had been several days, and Eleventh Sister hadn't yet moved from her sleeping spot on the couch. If not for the steady rise and fall of her chest and the occasional twitch of a pointed ear, she could easily be assumed dead... The ex-Imperial looked so different while asleep, her expression soft and far more peaceful than anyone back home would have seen. Her uniform and armor were all gone, replaced with a plain black turtleneck and pants- a facsimile of what would be her body sock, perhaps?
Dark brown eyes slowly blinked open hours later, and the first sound to come out of the girl in nearly a week was a full, loud yawn. She brought a heavy hand up to run across her eyes, thoroughly groggy and yawning again, quieter this time.
"Nnngh..."
This... didn't feel quite right. Force, why did she feel so heavy? What had she been doing again... ? Eleven couldn't remember training hard exactly... or really anything recent. Her memory was completely foggy. She couldn't conjure up any sense of urgency to get up either, sleepiness still tugged at her bones. If Seven or... whoever got upset with her for being late, she'd cross that bridge when she got there.
The light stung her eyes something fierce... but the light wasn't tinged with grey as usual. As she pushed her own hand aside and blinked some more, Eleven began to take in a pale brown ceiling. Brown...? So she wasn't home... and probably hadn't been in some time now.
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