[Riza only manages to sleep through half the night, pulled awake by nightmares that haven't plagued her in years. The room suddenly seems too small and stuffy, hardly conducive to helping her pounding heartbeat even out, and after a few moments of silent deliberation, she pushes herself upright and swings her legs over the edge of the bed. Getting dressed would surely wake Lucina, sleeping quietly on the floor, but Riza also isn't stupid - it's cold outside, and she's already not feeling well - so she settles for draping a blanket over her shoulders before padding out the room and down the stairs and out behind the saloon where the terrace sits empty and the stars shine brightly in the sky.
She's content to stand there, though her solitude doesn't last long; the prickle at the back of her neck gives warning to company, and the flash of blue at the corner of her eye tells her all she needs to know about who it might be.]
It's late.
[(Early? Who knows.) But her usual clipped tone's wholly absent today, chased out entirely by deep-seated exhaustion and still-present nausea rolling about in her stomach.]
LANCER
She's content to stand there, though her solitude doesn't last long; the prickle at the back of her neck gives warning to company, and the flash of blue at the corner of her eye tells her all she needs to know about who it might be.]
It's late.
[(Early? Who knows.) But her usual clipped tone's wholly absent today, chased out entirely by deep-seated exhaustion and still-present nausea rolling about in her stomach.]