[ Saki's sleeping on the couch instead of in her bed that night, for a given definition of "sleeping" — most of the night has had her staring up at the ceiling, counting all the little noises and glaring at the growing water stain. Sleep, when it comes, only touches her in waves, dozing and then not.
She's not sure which one it is when a movement catches from the corner of her eye. Wholly, utterly silent, she sits up, the coarse and thin blanket she'd been using for warmth falling across her knees. ]
Get out, [ she grinds out instinctively, fumbling for the nearest lamp as she says it. The menace in her tone is more than a little defeated by the sleepiness of her voice, rubbing at an eye with her free hand. ]
Go ahead, take these feeble and useless body parts!
She's not sure which one it is when a movement catches from the corner of her eye. Wholly, utterly silent, she sits up, the coarse and thin blanket she'd been using for warmth falling across her knees. ]
Get out, [ she grinds out instinctively, fumbling for the nearest lamp as she says it. The menace in her tone is more than a little defeated by the sleepiness of her voice, rubbing at an eye with her free hand. ]