You went looking for Kamille, she hadn't eaten breakfast or come over to say hi yet. You knock on her bedroom door... No response. You open the door and find her there, looking like a zombie. She hasn't slept today.

She is designing a dress. “Good evening...“ She speaks, and you open the curtains, the light entering the room and blinding her for a moment. “It's morning, Kamille. Have you even blinked today?” You ask sarcastically.