[The first tragedy: Sypha is not, in fact, still under his chin, as this appears to be the 1% of the time when he has been foiled in his estimation. It appears she has, however, sought to make amends in her absence, if the fact that he seems to have wound up with a pillow nestled in his arms and tucked under his chin in a similarly Sypha-ish way is any indication.
The bedroom is empty. The castle is silent. The windows are allowing in a healthy amount of sunlight and —
Actually, scratch that, the castle isn't silent.
Because there, distantly, is the sound of Sypha's voice, a little urgent and faintly chiding — It is not going to be much of a surprise if it's too burnt to put on a plate!]
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The bedroom is empty. The castle is silent. The windows are allowing in a healthy amount of sunlight and —
Actually, scratch that, the castle isn't silent.
Because there, distantly, is the sound of Sypha's voice, a little urgent and faintly chiding — It is not going to be much of a surprise if it's too burnt to put on a plate!]