110 Downtime

"They're not getting up…" 

The living room area had slowly and gradually over the course of long hours spent dawdling away in downtime became an organized mess of pillows, blankets, hands, legs, and feet. 

A bizarre conglomerate of five, hunkering down in their own little piece of the land that they claimed for themselves. It was a process done rather wordlessly and with little complications, we all just essentially wandered into a spot and voila, take some pillows and blankets from the empty rooms upstairs to rest on and you're now a proud owner of the squishy bean bag laying adjacent to a sleeping Elf.

Least, that's where I decided to bunker myself at, everybody else was relatively in arm's reach - Adalia quietly sat beside me on the large silk rug carpeting the floor, Ria and Ash remained just as we have left them… seeing them again like that… was like… it made everything else feel just a little bit grimmer, I suppose.