[ Claire's gotten used to Daisy by now, finding it oddly comforting to have both her and Michael nearby. Claire's on her side, hair casting a faint glow in the room. When she stars awake and sits up, the soft moon-like light bounces on the walls and she squints, blinking as concern laces her voice. ]
Daisy? Are you alright?
[ She turns to look at the window; not even a hint of sunlight yet, and she reaches out a hand, lighting a lantern with the tips of her fingers by using general magic she's book-learned. Adjusting the flame on the wick, she motions for her to come in all the way. Claire's in her shift, and she adjusts her legs so that Daisy can sit.
The opposite side of the room is her 'office' of sorts, where there are scattered papers, more plants, and a window overlooking the garden. ]
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Daisy? Are you alright?
[ She turns to look at the window; not even a hint of sunlight yet, and she reaches out a hand, lighting a lantern with the tips of her fingers by using general magic she's book-learned. Adjusting the flame on the wick, she motions for her to come in all the way. Claire's in her shift, and she adjusts her legs so that Daisy can sit.
The opposite side of the room is her 'office' of sorts, where there are scattered papers, more plants, and a window overlooking the garden. ]