Naya

The sylph spends her night mostly staring out the window; not that there's lots to see, within the narrow range of her nocturnal sight, besides the rain gradually slowing down, but it's not like she has anything else to do... and the side effect ends up being that, by the morning, she's eager to do something - anything - just for the sake of doing something. Still... "Miss Shalelu left? I wonder... well, she can handle herself... tea would be nice, thank you very much", she smiles, looking around to check if anyone else is up.

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Sense Motive rolled in dice thread; 7
Perception: (1d20)[1]