[Well... it was her own room, so even if she wanted to, it wasn't like she could really go anywhere. Sieglinde gave in with a sigh, collapsing back into her chair once she wrested her papers back from Isengrim and swatted the familiar weakly on the "nose".
She spends the moments after Riza leaves trying to shuffle her notes back into the correct order, turning down the burner on her bubbling vials, trying to rub sleep out of her eyes with the heel of her hand before casting about for a case of pills, popping one into her mouth and swallowing dry.
Did food smell good? Sieglinde can't remember suddenly, staring at what she's presented with for a long moment before she turns to Riza.]
- Thank you. I did not realize it was breakfast time.
[... It's dinnertime, Sieglinde.
But she didn't know if she was ravishingly hungry or not at all interested, reaching over the food to stop one of her liquids from boiling over on the desk while she tried to show an interest, picking up a roll to begin nibbling on.
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She spends the moments after Riza leaves trying to shuffle her notes back into the correct order, turning down the burner on her bubbling vials, trying to rub sleep out of her eyes with the heel of her hand before casting about for a case of pills, popping one into her mouth and swallowing dry.
Did food smell good? Sieglinde can't remember suddenly, staring at what she's presented with for a long moment before she turns to Riza.]
- Thank you. I did not realize it was breakfast time.
[... It's dinnertime, Sieglinde.
But she didn't know if she was ravishingly hungry or not at all interested, reaching over the food to stop one of her liquids from boiling over on the desk while she tried to show an interest, picking up a roll to begin nibbling on.
... Scarfing down.]