the sunlight crept through the cabin’s dusty windows, causing you to shift uncomfortably in your sleep from the glare. But also something else. Lottie was sitting on a sturdy chair, her thumb tracing softly over the covers as she hadn’t noticed your waking up.

how long had she been there? What was she doing? Eventually her gaze wandered to your face, but her expression didn’t falter. “oh, morning.” she casually greeted, as if she wasn’t doing a thing in the world. Her hand eventually lifted from the bed, returning to the space of her lap

“The others are out, they decided to return to the plane, look for food.” Lottie calmly explained, the familiar scent of her fur jacket crowding the air.

“You were still asleep, so — i thought…” she trailed off, probably about to continue on about her divine intervention and sense to protect all those around her.