The edges of panic nibbled at her nerves. Would she have to make her move that night, when he slept? Dare she? Who knew, she might never have the opportunity to be in his room again, and if she missed that chance . . .the book would be lost to her. And she? It wasn't worth thinking about. She had to focus.
Her stomach growled as the smell of the food -- good food -- hit her. Jager's asshattery had left her half starved while she waited for the right time to appear before Lalataru, the result of which that the hunger that filled her face as she looked down at the bowl was all-too-real. She attacked it, with less care for manners than was even typical for her. Even nervous, even with stress sitting like a lead ball deep in her gut, she couldn't stop eating. It tasted so good.
She ate too much. Discomfort forced her to slow down, and then stop; she'd gotten through a good portion of the food, but there was still some on the plate. Her instincts encouraged her to pocket what was left of the bread, and she stopped herself just shy of picking it up.
Hands left to dangle at her sides, she looked back to Lalataru, internally calculating his exhaustion. She didn't even know if he was a light sleeper; if she had to make her move tonight she wouldn't have a chance to try that option. She bit her lip.
"Where'm I sleepin', Master Lolotaru?"
Her stomach growled as the smell of the food -- good food -- hit her. Jager's asshattery had left her half starved while she waited for the right time to appear before Lalataru, the result of which that the hunger that filled her face as she looked down at the bowl was all-too-real. She attacked it, with less care for manners than was even typical for her. Even nervous, even with stress sitting like a lead ball deep in her gut, she couldn't stop eating. It tasted so good.
She ate too much. Discomfort forced her to slow down, and then stop; she'd gotten through a good portion of the food, but there was still some on the plate. Her instincts encouraged her to pocket what was left of the bread, and she stopped herself just shy of picking it up.
Hands left to dangle at her sides, she looked back to Lalataru, internally calculating his exhaustion. She didn't even know if he was a light sleeper; if she had to make her move tonight she wouldn't have a chance to try that option. She bit her lip.
"Where'm I sleepin', Master Lolotaru?"
