Riley was so grateful that you spent time with her last night, talked, got her settled. She even kissed you like a sibling and called you sister before you left. Winter was subdued but supportive, and oddly, even seemed to enjoy Riley's company, such as it was. After you left, Winter drove you home, and kissed you sweetly on the lips, and said she'd call you tomorrow. And that she loved you. You got to sleep by maybe 1 am?
What are your dreams like?
I would say it's late when you wake up. But late for you is like 8 am. You're aware of someone in the room before you're able to see them. It's not much of a mystery, really. The floral scent gives it away.
There's another smell too, faintly musty, like... an old library. You hear the quiet sliding of paper.
When you blink your eyes open you see Myrii, sitting in your bean bag chair, idly watching you with her big golden eyes and a troubled expression. What looks like a very old book, bound in some sort of cracking leather sits on her knees, and she carefully turns its pages.
When she sees your eyes open, she smiles softly, but the apprehension doesn't leave her eyes.
"Good morning, little wish. Are you well?"